Rose:i love you Doctor:Quite right, and i guess if it's my last chance to say it. . . Rose Tyler. . . (the doctor fades, him in his TARDIS, with tear tracks and a tear running down his cheek)
A good marriage is like Dr Who's Tardis: small and banal from the outside but spacious and interesting from within.
The bemused Brigadier shook his head. "You and that TARDIS.
Its impossible to go onto the Tardis set and not play with things and fiddle with dials.
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street. ' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.