Picspam: Doctor Who | 5x10 "Vincent and the Doctor"
Amy: What?
The Doctor: Something very not good indeed.
Amy: What thing very not good?
The Doctor: Look there, in the window of the church.
Amy: Is it a face?
The Doctor: Yes. And not a nice face at all. I know evil when I see it and I see it in that window.
The Doctor: Nice bow-tie. Bow-ties are cool.
Dr Black: Yours is very.
The Doctor: Oh, thank you.
Amy: Oh, just shut up the pair of you! I would like a bottle of wine, please, which I will then share with whomever I choose.
Vincent Van Gogh: It's colour. Colour that holds the key. I can hear the colours. Listen to them! Every time I step outside, I feel nature is shouting at me. "Come on! Come and get me! Come on! Come on! Capture my mystery!"
The Doctor: ... Maybe you've had enough coffee now.
The Doctor: Never do that! You scared the living daylights out of me.
Amy: Sorry. I got bored. As much as I admire his command of colour and shape, it is hard to get fond of Vincent Van Gogh's snoring.
Amy: (About the sunflowers) I thought I'd brighten things up to thank you for saving me last night.
Vincent Van Gogh: Ah!
Amy: I thought you might like, you know, possibly to perhaps... paint them, or something? Might be a thought.
Vincent Van Gogh: Yes, well, they're not my favourite flower.
Amy: You don't like sunflowers?
Vincent Van Gogh: No, it's not that I don't like them. I find them... complex. Always somewhere between living and dying. Half-human as they turn to the sun. A little disgusting. But, you know, they are a challenge.
The Doctor: And one I'm pretty sure you will rise to.
The Doctor: This is a creature called the Krafayis. They travel in space, they travel as a pack. Scavenging across the universe. Sometimes one of them gets left behind and because they are a brutal race, the others never come back. so, dotted all around the universe are individual, utterly merciless, utterly abandoned Krafayis. And what they do is...Well, kill, until they're killed. Which they usually aren't. Because other creatures can't see them.
The Doctor: Just months from now he'll... take his own life.
Amy: Don't say that. Please.
Amy: I'm sorry you're so sad.
Vincent Van Gogh: But I'm not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks, for months. But I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on, then so can Vincent Van Gogh!
Amy: I'm not soldiering on. I'm fine.
Vincent Van Gogh: Oh, Amy. I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think.
Amy: I'm... not sad.
Vincent Van Gogh: Then why are you crying? It's all right. I understand.
Amy: I'm not sure I do...
The Doctor: And, to be honest.....not sure about mad either. It seems to me depression is a very complex...
Vincent Van Gogh: Shh. I'm working.
The Doctor: Well, yes, paint.
The Doctor: One simple instruction. Don't follow me, under any circumstances.
Amy: I won't.
Vincent Van Gogh: Will you follow him?
Amy: Of course!
Vincent Van Gogh: ... I love you.
The Doctor: I also don't belong on this planet. I also am alone. If you trust me, I'm sure we can come to some kind of, you know, understanding.
Amy: I can’t see a thing.
The Doctor: I am really stupid.
Amy: Oh, get a grip! This is not a moment to re-evaluate your self-esteem.
The Doctor: No, I am really stupid and I'm growing old. Why does it attack, but never eat its victims? And why was it abandoned by its pack and left here to die? Why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room? It can't see, it's blind.
Vincent Van Gogh: We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact, deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind, swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through... the stars! Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I've seen many things, my friend. But you're right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.
Vincent Van Gogh: [To Amy] I will miss you terribly.
Vincent Van Gogh: Amy, the blessed, the wonderful!
Amy: Oh, be good to yourself. And be kind to yourself.
Vincent Van Gogh: I'll try my best.
Amy: And maybe give the beard a little trim before you next kiss someone!
Vincent Van Gogh: I will! I will. And if you tire of this Doctor of yours, return, and we will have children by the dozen!
The Doctor: I just wondered, between you and me, in 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Dr Black: Well, big question! But, to me, Vincent Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnifience of our world... no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also, one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Vicent Van Gogh: You are sure marriage is out of the question?
Amy: I'm not really the marrying kind.
Dr Black: We have here the last work of Vincent Van Gogh, who committed suicide at only 37.
Amy: So, you were right. No new paintings. We didn't make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. The good things don't always soften the bad things But, vice versa - the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.
The Doctor: And we definitely added to his pile of good things.
Amy: If we had got married, our kids would have had very, very red hair.
The Doctor: The ultimate ginger.
Amy: The ultimate ginge. Brighter than sunflowers.
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