The Master: I’m President, President of the United States. Look at me!

Wilfred: What is it?! What have you done, you monster?!
The Master: Oh, I’m sorry, are you talking to me?
Or to me?
Or to me?
Or to me?
Or to us?

Are you my Mummy?

Doctor: You know, I loved being you. Back when I first started, at the very beginning, I was always trying to be old and grumpy and important…like you do, when you’re young. And then I was you, and it was all dashing about and playing cricket and my voice going all squeaky when I shouted. I still do that, the voice thing, I got that from you. Oh, and the trainers. And… [puts glasses on] snap! Cause you know what, Doctor? You were my Doctor.