Doctor Who (2005)

Hey, Missy, you so fine. You so fine. You blow my mind. Hey, Missy.

– Pretty Boy. With me, I said.
– Oh, I'm Pretty Boy.
– Yes. Oh, that came out a bit quick.

Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that man. That's the Doctor up high. And I know that he has done this deed a thousand times. But not once, no, sir, not once not ever has he ever been thanked. But no more, for I say to you on this Christmas Morning, BRAVO, SIR!

– Where did she come from?
– From me.
– From you? How? Who is she?
– Well, she's... Well, she's my daughter.
– Hello, Dad.

I'm sorry, Clara is dead. Kate Stewart is dead. The UNIT troops are all dead. Truth or consequences.

And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves.
Eleven's hour is over now, the clock is striking twelve's.

– 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.

– You're so his wife.
– Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy. This is the Doctor we're talking about. Do you really think it could be anything that simple?
– Yep.
– You're good. I'm not saying you're right. But you are, very...good.

– Octavian said you killed a man.
– Yes, I did.
– A good man.
– A very good man. The best man I've ever known.

— Are you also experiencing comprehension deficiency?
— Oh, every day right now, mate!

I don’t know where I am. It’s like I’m breaking into a million pieces and there is only one thing I remember: I have to save the Doctor. He always looks different.
– Doctor!
I always know it’s him. Sometimes I think I’m everywhere at once, running every second just to find him.
– Doctor!
Just to save him.
– Doctor! Doctor?
But he never hears me. Almost never. I blew into this world on a leaf. I’m still blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever land. I’m Clara Oswald. I’m the impossible girl. I was born to save the Doctor.

This leaf isn’t just the past, it’s a whole future that never happened. There are billions and millions of unlived days for every day we live. An infinity. All the days that never came. And these are all my mum’s.

Tick tock goes the clock,
He cradled and he rocked her.
Tick tock goes the clock,
‘Til River kills the Doctor.