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I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay; wewe wither and wewe die. Imagine
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wewe can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine
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Goodbye...my Sarah Jane!
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Don't worry Reinette, it's just a nightmare. Everyone has nightmares; even big
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Oh, this and that. Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat
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Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little
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Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time.
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No, no, no, I was jus—I was—I was calibrating! I was jus—no, I know exactly
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I'd call wewe a genius, except I'm in the room.
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Well, this could still be New York. I mean, this looks very New York to me.
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Men in black? Vanishing police cars? This is Churchill's England, not Stalin's
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Well, maybe she should rattle on a bit more. I'm not convinced you're doing your
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And are wewe suggesting that the Queen does the housework?
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They took her face and just chucked her out in the street. As a consequence that
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Oh, come on! Did wewe have to? "No turning back", that's almost as bad as "Nothing
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Well, if that's what wewe want to believe. Maybe that's what the Devil is in the
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If wewe get back in touch...if wewe talk to Rose...just tell her...tell her I...Oh,
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I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demigods and would-be gods; out of all that
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Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice.
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I'm a...I'm a police officer, that's what I am! I've got a badge, and a police
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