Post by mikef6 on Sept 13, 2019 2:58:12 GMT
There are many quotes and mottos in both classic and new Who that are Words To Live By. What might be yours?
Mine are:
First personal motto: "That’s odd. That’s very odd. Don’t you think that’s very odd?"
And my second personal motto: “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
And my third personal motto: “Shut up. Just shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shuttity up-up-up.”
Some other suggestions:
"Police Telephone. Free for use of public. Advice and assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and cars respond to urgent calls. Pull to open."
"You can’t rewrite history! Not one line!"
"Correctamundo. A word I have never used before and, hopefully, will never use again."
"The ripe old smell of humans. You survive. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental human. End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable, that's the word. Indomitable!"
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool.
Time isn’t a straight line. It’s all bumpy-wumpy. There’s loads of boring stuff, like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons. And now and then there are Saturdays, big, temporal tipping points when anything’s possible. The Tardis can’t resist them, like a moth to a flame.
Mine are:
First personal motto: "That’s odd. That’s very odd. Don’t you think that’s very odd?"
And my second personal motto: “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
And my third personal motto: “Shut up. Just shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shuttity up-up-up.”
Some other suggestions:
"Police Telephone. Free for use of public. Advice and assistance obtainable immediately. Officers and cars respond to urgent calls. Pull to open."
"You can’t rewrite history! Not one line!"
"Correctamundo. A word I have never used before and, hopefully, will never use again."
"The ripe old smell of humans. You survive. Oh, you might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape. The fundamental human. End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable, that's the word. Indomitable!"
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool.
Time isn’t a straight line. It’s all bumpy-wumpy. There’s loads of boring stuff, like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons. And now and then there are Saturdays, big, temporal tipping points when anything’s possible. The Tardis can’t resist them, like a moth to a flame.
