All the reasons I love The Doctor, in less than two minutes.
He has to talk fast.
Transcript:
Kazran: Poor begging people. Off home and pray for a miracle.
Doctor: Ugh! Oof! Uuoogh! Ahh. Yes. Blimey. Sorry! Christmas Eve on a rooftop, saw a chimney, my whole brain just went, "What the hell!" Don't worry, fat fellow will be doing the rounds later. I'm just scoping out the general… chimneyness. Yes! Nice size. Good traction. Big tick.
Father: "Fat fellow?"
Doctor: Father Christmas! Santa Clause. Or, as I've always known him, Jeff.
Son: There's no such person as Father Christmas.
Doctor: Ohhh yeah? Me and Father Christmas, Frank Sinatra's hunting lodge, 1952. See him in the back with the blonde? Albert Einstein, the three of us together. Vroom! Watch out. Okay? Keep the faith. Stay off the Naughty List. Ooh! Now what's this, then? I love this. A big, flashy lighty thing, that's what brought me here. Big, flashy lighty things have got me written all over them. Well actually, give me time and a crayon. Now! This big flashy lighty thing is connected to the spire on your dome, yeah? And it controls the sky. Well, technically it controls the clouds, which TECHNICALLY aren't clouds at all. Well, they're clouds of tiny particles of ice. Ice clouds! Love that. Who's she?
Kazran: Nobody important.
Doctor: "Nobody important?" Blimey, that's amazing. Do you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before.
Wrap it all up with a quote from later in the episode, and we're done!
"Sorry about the picture quality, had to recover the data using quantum enfolding and a paperclip."
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Kazran: Poor begging people. Off home and pray for a miracle.
Doctor: Ugh! Oof! Uuoogh! Ahh. Yes. Blimey. Sorry! Christmas Eve on a rooftop, saw a chimney, my whole brain just went, "What the hell!" Don't worry, fat fellow will be doing the rounds later. I'm just scoping out the general… chimneyness. Yes! Nice size. Good traction. Big tick.
Father: "Fat fellow?"
Doctor: Father Christmas! Santa Clause. Or, as I've always known him, Jeff.
Son: There's no such person as Father Christmas.
Doctor: Ohhh yeah? Me and Father Christmas, Frank Sinatra's hunting lodge, 1952. See him in the back with the blonde? Albert Einstein, the three of us together. Vroom! Watch out. Okay? Keep the faith. Stay off the Naughty List. Ooh! Now what's this, then? I love this. A big, flashy lighty thing, that's what brought me here. Big, flashy lighty things have got me written all over them. Well actually, give me time and a crayon. Now! This big flashy lighty thing is connected to the spire on your dome, yeah? And it controls the sky. Well, technically it controls the clouds, which TECHNICALLY aren't clouds at all. Well, they're clouds of tiny particles of ice. Ice clouds! Love that. Who's she?
Kazran: Nobody important.
Doctor: "Nobody important?" Blimey, that's amazing. Do you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before.
Wrap it all up with a quote from later in the episode, and we're done!
"Sorry about the picture quality, had to recover the data using quantum enfolding and a paperclip."