Doctor: I will not be part of an insane war across the time lines.
Master: You think you’re not already?
Doctor: I won’t do it!
Master: Oh, Doctor, Doctor! Denial’s not just a river in Egypt, is it? What have you been doing since you stole that antique TARDIS of yours, since you first landed on Skaro—
Doctor: It wasn’t planned! None of it was planned!
Master: —shouting “Look at me! I’m not fighting a war!” while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time? The Doctor doth protest too much, methinks.
Doctor: I never asked to be part of it. They are the ones who attack, invade, destroy. What else can I do but stop them?
Master: Is that your excuse? “They started it”? No… you can’t help yourself. “Not fighting a war,” don’t make me laugh. Doctor, you’re a one-man army.
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Doctor: Don’t worry Charley, this is exactly what I intended.
Charley: It is?
Doctor: Totally. Well, almost totally.
Charley: You can’t have ‘almost totally’.
Doctor: Do you want to pick holes in my grammar or do you want me to tell you how brilliant I’ve been?
Charley: Can I stop you?
Doctor: Absolutely not.
Oh, Charley. If only there was someone out there who loved you.
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Fake Benevolence 