Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, Every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
Harry, wake up! Come on, Harry, wake up! Happy Christmas, Harry. Oh, my mum made it. Looks like you’ve got one too.
This is definitely “A Mad Man In A Blue Box” shot, excellent!
From Thursday’s Radio Times issue
"I have it on the highest authority that the Doctor will be returning for you very soon."
"The person who knows him best in all the universe."
"And who’s that?"
”Miss Clara Oswald.”
“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is that we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms and in the most convenient definitions…. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain. And an athlete. And a basket case. A princess. And a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.”
I fucking love this movie so much.