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My two favorite non-funny conversations:

Third Doctor : 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. So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me.
Jo Grant: And he told you the secret? Well, what was it?
Doctor: I'm coming to that, Jo, in my own time. 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 gray. Gray, gray, gray. 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.
Jo: But what did he say?
Doctor: Nothing. Not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless, and he listened while I poured out my troubles. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. When I'd finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at?
Jo: No.
Doctor: 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. 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.
Jo: And that was the secret of life? A daisy? Honestly, Doctor!
Doctor: Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. Later, I got up and ran down the mountain and I found that the rocks weren't gray at all. They were red and brown, purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white in the sunlight!

Fifth Doctor: Emotions have their uses.
Cyberman: They restrict and curtail the intellect and logic of the mind.
Doctor: They also enhance life. When did you last have the pleasure of smelling a flower, watching a sunset, eating a well-prepared meal?!
Cyberman: These things are irrelevant.
Doctor: For some people, small, beautiful events is what life is all about!

I love the quote about the Doctor from the kid in Human Nature/Family of Blood.. I'll try and get it here.

Ninth: "Go to your room!!!"

Ninth: "I'm very very angry. I'm very very cross!!!"

Ninth: GO...............TO..............YOUR.......................ROOM!!!

Ninth: I'm really glad that worked, those would have been terrible last words!

"And what have you been doing?"
"Well, I befriended a future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man...oh, and I met a horse."
"What's a horse doing on a spaceship?"
"Micky! What's pre-revolutionary France doing on a space ship? Get some perspective!"

I heart Micky

Sgt. Benton: "What do we do now?"
2nd Doctor: "Keep it confused. Feed it with useless information. I wonder if I have a television set handy..."


Light: "You are endlessly agitating, unceasingly mischievous. Will you never stop?"
7th Doctor: "I suppose I could. It would make a change."


Ace: "Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers 9 on the Richter Scale?"


7th Doctor: "I don't suppose you've completely ignored my instructions and secretly prepared any Nitro-9, have you?"
Ace: "What if I had?"
7th Doctor: "And naturally, you wouldn't do anything so insanely dangerous as to carry it around with you, would you?"
Ace: "Of course not. I'm a good girl and do what I'm told."
7th Doctor: "Excellent. Blow up that vehicle."


7th Doctor: "My theories appall you, my heresies outrage you, I never answer letters, and you don't like my tie!"
Reverend Matthews: "You are a worse scoundrel than Darwin!"


1st Doctor: "What do you think of that, now, eh? A Viking helmet."
Steven Taylor: "Maybe."
1st Doctor: "What do you mean, 'maybe'? What do you think it is, a space helmet for a cow?"

Second: Ehem. Goodbye... fancypants!
Third: Scarecrow.

The Master: I am the Master!
Peri: So what? I'm Perpugilliam Brown, and I can shout just as loud as you can!

The Master: Ooh, you public menace!

Third Doctor: Well, I'll tell you something that should be of vital interest to you. That you, Sir, are a NITWIT!

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: There's... well, there's sand everywhere!
The Second Doctor: Oh, splendid! Who's for a swim?