I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! You’ve swallowed a planet!

No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do! You’ve swallowed a planet! I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!

• Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
• You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME!
• They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens!

Forest of the Dead

You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship. *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do! I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.