She's flown so far, further than anyone. The things she's seen, the darkness, the big bad wolf.
He's their man in Havana. He's their technical support... Oh my god! He's the tin dog!
The shooty dog thing.
The people of our world know him better as the Last Centurion
Nice hair, clever, has her own gun, and, unlike the Doctor, she really doesn't mind shooting people.
She's so Scottish.
Call her Fred.
She doesn't feel properly dressed without a couple of cans of nitro.
He's a Highlander. The cold doesn't affect him.
A mouth on legs.
He's not so much gullible as he is idealistic.
Mad girl, that one. Blind girl. Charity girl.
All that attitude, all that lip, 'cause, all this time, she thinks she's not worth it. Shouting at the world 'cause no one's listening.
He's starting to look like his couch.
She is a right wee space-detective!
She is happy with the Doctor and Jamie; at least, she would be if her father were there.
What the Doctor needs is someone to pass him his test tubes and to tell him how brilliant he is. This girl will fulfill that function admirably.
Women. Not really his field. Don't worry, people will be shooting at him soon.
In the end, he got the message. He's the man who can never die.
The Doctor told her and her fellow teacher he'd treat them as enemies.
Call her 'old girl' again, and she'll spit in your eye!
She's very good at tea. Well, when I say 'very good,' I mean 'not bad.' Well, when I say 'not bad'...
The Doctor would be proud if this man were his dad
Her teacher is lending her a book on the French Revolution, but what's she going to do? Rewrite it?
Don't talk to her like that. Only children believe that crap. She is a doctor.