I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
FILED UNDER: JOKES I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND AS A CHILD
”I was one of those weird children that just couldn’t talk to people, so I kind of had to make myself be not like that because I knew it was going to hinder me.
- He really has to stop doing that eyebrow thing
- He looks really good in black.
Amy: We’re such tiny parts of your life, aren’t we?
The Doctor: Amy, you are enormous parts of my life. And you are all I ever remember.