"Haha! Oh, luv, just you wait! Come on!"

"She's everything."

"Oh, ye of little faith."

"Bit more showy than she appears, honey."

Motions to the TARDIS.

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"Billy, you get me every time!"

"I can help."

"Sounds like a skill issue."

"But people don't exactly expect that from me."

"Ah, all of my forms have a unique charm. But I'm not exactly an objective party, am I?"

"Six can be kind of abrasive and hard to handle, but he's got two very good hearts in his chest."

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"Impeach Rassilon."

"Oh, yeah!"

"Fair enough."

"I find beauty in everything. And I know you can as well."

He tells her every last detail of the adventure. The mess with the dinosaurs, Solomon, Nefertiti, and Amy and Rory.

//For the record, the Doctor DOES have telepathy. I limit it to just reading minds and maybe, depending on the situation, talking telepathically.

"Words of wisdom, my friend. So what do mine say about me?"

and I found that the rocks weren’t grey at all. They were red and brown, purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white in the sunlight! There's always a reason to be optimistic, Alba."

It was simply glowing with life like a perfectly cut jewel, and the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. It was the daisiest daisy I’d ever seen. Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. Later, I got up and ran down the mountain

When I’d finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at? A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy it was. I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes.

The tree the old man sat under was ancient and twisted, the old man himself – he was as brittle and as dry as a leaf in autumn… Nothing. Not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless, and he listened while I poured out my troubles. I was too upset even for tears.

So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me… I’ll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, it was; a few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey.

When I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. Behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man. A hermit, a monk. He’d lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and had learned the secret of life.

"How about Dinosaurs on a Spaceship?"