The Doctor, The Widow, and The Wardrobe...
HERE. HAVE A QUOTE DUMP.
"Now, don't worry, the back door is still, broadly speaking, operational."
"Right then. May I take your cases?"
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
"Lovely. Would you mind carrying them for me? I need to show you around."
"Usually called The Doctor, or the caretaker, or 'get off this planet', though strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name..."
"Staircase." [disappointedly] "Seems to have broken down. We'll have to walk up."
"I sleep up there. Stay away. Beware of panthers."
"Panthers?"
"Terrifying. Have you ever seen panthers?"
"Mum's bedroom. Grownup. Your basic...boring."
"Lily and Cyril's room. I'm going to be honest: masterpiece. The ultimate bedroom. A sciencey-wiency workbench, a jungle, a maze, a window disguised as a mirror, a mirror disgused as a window, selection of torches for midnight feasts or secret reading, zen garden, mysterious cupboards, ZONE OF TRANQUILITY, rubber ball, dream tank, exact model of the rest of the house--not quite to scale, apologies--DOLLS! with comical expressions, THE MAGNA CARTA, a foot spa, CLUEDO! A YELLOW FORT!"
"Where are the beds?"
"Well, I couldn't fit everything in, there had to be sacrifices. Anyway, who needs beds when you've got HAMMOCKS!"
BECAUSE OF COURSE ELEVEN WOULD PUT EVERY FUN THING A KID COULD EVER WANT IN A ROOM AND NOT INCLUDE BEDS.
"Time moves differently across dimensional planes! What do they teach you in school these days?"
"Fairy land?! Oh, grow up, Lily. Fairy land looks completely different!"
"This is one of the safest planets I know. There's never anything dangerous here." [ominous thud] "There are sentences I should just keep away from."
"Ma'am, please stop crying. I can't interrogate you while you're crying. This is a military engagement! There's no crying in military engagements!"
"Sir, with regret, I'm going to have to lower my gun."
"Why?"
"She is a crying, unarmed, female civilian. I'm thinking of the visual."
"Nobody's looking."
"Doesn't mean there's no visual."
"That's exactly what nobody's looking means. It means there's no visual."
"You want me to shoot her, sir?"
"This visual's deteriorating, sir."
"Shut up!"
"Where are you from?"
"England. 1941. And there's a war on." [pulls gun] "Crying's ever so useful, isn't it?"
"If you say so, but there's nothing you can say that would convince me you'd ever use that gun."
"Oh, really? Well, I'm looking for my children."
Man's expression: OH SHIT.
"Yes, I know, it's wood, get over it!"
"Aliens made of wood. This was always going to happen, you know!"
"Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it's a plan!"
"Off you go."
Slightly petulant, "Yes, ma'am. I'll think about it."
I reeeeeeeeeeally liked this. It was just tightly done, emotionally, thematically, everything. AND THE DOCTOR HAPPY CRIED AT THE END. D'awwwwwwwww.
IN CONCLUSION:
My heart: it is warmed.
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"Now, don't worry, the back door is still, broadly speaking, operational."
"Right then. May I take your cases?"
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
"Lovely. Would you mind carrying them for me? I need to show you around."
"Usually called The Doctor, or the caretaker, or 'get off this planet', though strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name..."
"Staircase." [disappointedly] "Seems to have broken down. We'll have to walk up."
"I sleep up there. Stay away. Beware of panthers."
"Panthers?"
"Terrifying. Have you ever seen panthers?"
"Mum's bedroom. Grownup. Your basic...boring."
"Lily and Cyril's room. I'm going to be honest: masterpiece. The ultimate bedroom. A sciencey-wiency workbench, a jungle, a maze, a window disguised as a mirror, a mirror disgused as a window, selection of torches for midnight feasts or secret reading, zen garden, mysterious cupboards, ZONE OF TRANQUILITY, rubber ball, dream tank, exact model of the rest of the house--not quite to scale, apologies--DOLLS! with comical expressions, THE MAGNA CARTA, a foot spa, CLUEDO! A YELLOW FORT!"
"Where are the beds?"
"Well, I couldn't fit everything in, there had to be sacrifices. Anyway, who needs beds when you've got HAMMOCKS!"
BECAUSE OF COURSE ELEVEN WOULD PUT EVERY FUN THING A KID COULD EVER WANT IN A ROOM AND NOT INCLUDE BEDS.
"Time moves differently across dimensional planes! What do they teach you in school these days?"
"Fairy land?! Oh, grow up, Lily. Fairy land looks completely different!"
"This is one of the safest planets I know. There's never anything dangerous here." [ominous thud] "There are sentences I should just keep away from."
"Ma'am, please stop crying. I can't interrogate you while you're crying. This is a military engagement! There's no crying in military engagements!"
"Sir, with regret, I'm going to have to lower my gun."
"Why?"
"She is a crying, unarmed, female civilian. I'm thinking of the visual."
"Nobody's looking."
"Doesn't mean there's no visual."
"That's exactly what nobody's looking means. It means there's no visual."
"You want me to shoot her, sir?"
"This visual's deteriorating, sir."
"Shut up!"
"Where are you from?"
"England. 1941. And there's a war on." [pulls gun] "Crying's ever so useful, isn't it?"
"If you say so, but there's nothing you can say that would convince me you'd ever use that gun."
"Oh, really? Well, I'm looking for my children."
Man's expression: OH SHIT.
"Yes, I know, it's wood, get over it!"
"Aliens made of wood. This was always going to happen, you know!"
"Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it's a plan!"
"Off you go."
Slightly petulant, "Yes, ma'am. I'll think about it."
I reeeeeeeeeeally liked this. It was just tightly done, emotionally, thematically, everything. AND THE DOCTOR HAPPY CRIED AT THE END. D'awwwwwwwww.
IN CONCLUSION:
My heart: it is warmed.
This entry was originally posted at http://sarcasticsra.dreamwidth.org/282694.html. Please comment there.