Doctor: I just want a mate.
Donna: You want...to mate?
Doctor: No! I want a mate! A mate!
Donna: *gasp* You ain't matin' with me sunshine!
Ross Jenkins: He's like a potato. A baked potato. A talking baked potato.
The Doctor: Now, Ross, don't be rude. You look like a pink weasel to him.
The Doctor: Take me to your leader! ......I've always wanted to say that.
Donna Noble: Rocket. Blimey, a real proper rocket. Now that's what I call a spaceship.
[to the Doctor] You've got a box, he's got a Ferrari.
Val Cane: Oh, and you're so special!
The Doctor: As it happens, yes I am.
The Doctor: I'm a time traveler. I point and laugh at archeologists.
The Doctor: You know what? This is the biggest library in the universe. So where is everyone?
[looks around]
The Doctor: It's silent...
Donna Noble: The library?
The Doctor: The planet. The whole planet.
Donna Noble: Maybe it's a Sunday?
The Doctor: No, I never land on Sundays. Sundays are boring.
The Doctor: [the Tardis is gone] It's the Sontarans; they've taken it. I'm stuck...on Earth like....like an ordinary person. Like a human! How rubbish is that? Sorry, no offense. But come on!
gotta love Doctor Who
________________