You're the first one, yeah?
Like, The Original Version of The Doctor.
Old Grandfather :
My dear, you should get back to the ship.
This place isn't safe.
BILL:
You're
The One Who Stole The TARDIS and Ran Away.
Old Grandfather :
The Captain might be needing you.
BILL:
Nah, the Captain's fine.
Why did you do it?
Old Grandfather :
Oh, I'm sure your Doctor has explained.
BILL:
I'm not even sure he remembers.
Old Grandfather :
There were many pressing reasons.
BILL:
I don't mean what you ran away from.
What were you running to?
Old Grandfather :
...that's rather a Good Question...!
BILL:
Questions are kind of my thing.
How are you with answers?
Old Grandfather
The Cosmic Hobo
The Established Dandy
Teeth+Curls
The Exception (That is The Rule)
The Chorister
The Motley Fool
Time’s Champion
Life’s Champion
*
The Designated Survivor
Perfect-10
(The Life So Nice, I Lived it Twice)
The Chin
Attack Eyebrows
Dr. Disco
Our Lady
Old Grandfather :
Old Grandfather
The Cosmic Hobo
The Established Dandy
The Exception (That is The Rule)
The Chorister
The Motley Fool
Time’s Champion
Life’s Champion
*
The Designated Survivor
Perfect-10
(The Life So Nice, I Lived it Twice)
The Chin
Dr. Disco
Our Lady
Old Grandfather :
There is Good and there is Evil.
I left Gallifrey to answer a question of my own.
By any analysis, Evil should always win.
Good is not a practical survival strategy.
It requires loyalty, self-sacrifice and er, love.
So, why does Good prevail?
What keeps the balance between good and evil in this appalling universe?
Is there some kind of logic?
Some mysterious force?
BILL:
Perhaps there's just a bloke.
I left Gallifrey to answer a question of my own.
By any analysis, Evil should always win.
Good is not a practical survival strategy.
It requires loyalty, self-sacrifice and er, love.
So, why does Good prevail?
What keeps the balance between good and evil in this appalling universe?
Is there some kind of logic?
Some mysterious force?
BILL:
Perhaps there's just a bloke.
Old Grandfather : A bloke?
BILL:
Yeah. Perhaps there's just some bloke,
wandering around, putting everything right when it goes wrong.
wandering around, putting everything right when it goes wrong.
Old Grandfather :
Well, that would be a nice story, wouldn't it?
BILL:
That would be The Best.
Old Grandfather :
But the real world is not a fairy tale.
BILL:
You dash around the universe trying to figure out what's holding it all together, and you really, really don't know?
Old Grandfather :
You know me in The Future.
Do I ever understand?
BILL:
No. I really don't think you do.
Everyone who's ever met you does.
You're amazing, Doctor.
(hugs him)
Never forget that.
Never, ever.
Old Grandfather :
Well, that's very kind of you.
*
The Warrior
*
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