12 Doctor

What's that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye?
What's that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead,
Out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed...

– When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!
– [whisper] Hello, sweetie.

— Hey, is there someone here?
— Who's there?
— I'm the Doctor!
— Doctor?! No, no, I don't think so. No, the right word is not, maybe you are the Doctor, but I am the same Doctor, one might say — ORIGINAL!

– You know why we run, Doctor?
– Because it’s fun.
– Because we know summer can’t last forever.
– Of course it can. Of course it can. You just have to steal a time machine.

Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead, out they'll come a slithering from underneath the bed.

Nobody remembers being born and nobody remembers dying. Is that why we always stare into the eye sockets of a skull? Because we're asking. "What was it like?" "Does it hurt?" "Are you still scared?"

If you think because she is dead, I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her, and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So for your own sake, understand this: I am the Doctor. I’m coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop.

– What if one last heartbeat is all I’ve got? What if time isn’t healing? What if the universe needs me to die?
– The universe is over! It doesn’t have a say anymore! We’re standing on the last ember. The last fragment of everything that ever was. As of this moment, I’m answerable to no one!

You can probably still hear me, so just between ourselves, you’ve got the prophecy wrong. The Hybrid is not half-Dalek. Nothing is half-Dalek. The Daleks would never allow that. The Hybrid destined to conquer Gallifrey and stand in its ruins… is me.

— She died, Doctor. Clara died billions of years ago.
— You killed her.
— No.
— You let it happen.
— No, I didn’t. Neither did you. She did. She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful.

– Four-and-a-half-billion years...
– If she says so.
– Why would you even do that? I was dead! I was dead and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?
– I had a duty of care.

– Hi. What can I get you?
– I don’t have any money. But I play.
– Okay. Don’t you need to plug that thing in?
– Yeah. You’re English.
– You’re not.
– How did you get out here?
– Magic. Or maybe I went to an airport and caught a plane. You?
– Magic.
– I believe you. You been traveling?
– Yeah. From time to time.
– Is it a sad song?
– Nothing’s sad until it’s over. Then everything is.
– What’s it called?
– I think that it’s called “Clara”.
– Tell me about her.