I am your son. I have always been your son.
Tyrion
I don't need a congressional honor. I don't need Agent Thompson's approval or the president's. I know my value. Anyone else's opinion doesn't really matter.
Mr Jones: I didn't know our government had such good taste in secretaries. What's your name darling?
Agent Carter: Agent.
Mr. Jones: That has a lovely ring to it.
The Doctor: Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks, Clara.
Clara: What about you?
The Doctor: Me?
Clara: Yeah. You. You stop bad things happening every minute of every day. That sounds pretty heroic to me.
The Doctor: [modestly] Just passing the time.
"Look at these eyebrows! They're attack eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these. They’re cross. Crosser than the rest of my face. They’re independently cross! They probably want to cede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows. I am Scottish, I’m Scottish!"
Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.
There was a melancholy to Rhaegar, a sense... of doom.
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New teeth! That's weird.
So where was I? Oh, that's right - Barcelona!
“all that Daenerys wanted back, was the big house with the red door and the lemon tree, outside her window, the childhood she had never known."
Cloned Doctor: What did you do?
Donna Noble: A flipstick circuit breaker in the psychonetic threshold manipulator.
Cloned Doctor: But that's brilliant!
The Doctor: Why did we never think of that?
Donna Noble: Because you two were just Time Lords, you dumbos!
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