Steven Moffat please spare Doctor Who

Cleve 2022-10-17 04:09:22

Steven Moffat, please let go of Doctor Who, bravely admit the gap between himself and Russell T Davies in controlling the full-season drama, and let Doctor Who return to sleep, waiting for the next era to restart its master.
You write like this, I'm not moved at all. The idea of ​​borrowing a corpse to return Cyberman is a good idea. It's good to pay homage to UNIT in the old version. The same enemy Master, but there is no doctor at the end of the third season. Caring and touching, this is an old man who has lived for thousands of years, and is not a teenage drama girl. He has lost the only clan in the entire universe time and time again. Loneliness is the fate that he cannot get rid of, but in the eighth season The end is the lack of the atmosphere of humanistic care, compared to think about the end of the third seasonThe tune sounded everyone excited and sad at the same time, such a drama really can't come back.

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Deep Breath quotes

  • Inspector Gregson: Well... It just laid an egg.

    Madame Vastra: It dropped a blue box marked police out of its mouth, your grasp on biology troubles me.

  • Clara: Hello? Hello?

    The Doctor: [off screen, on the phone] It's me.

    Clara: Yes, it's you. Who's this?

    The Doctor: [off screen, on the phone] It's me, Clara. The Doctor.

    Clara: What do you mean, the Doctor?

    The Doctor: [standing outside the TARDIS, in Trenzalore] I'm phoning you from Trenzalore.

    Clara: I don't...

    The Doctor: From before I changed. I mean it's all still to happen for me. It's coming. Oh, it's a-coming. Not long now. I can feel it.

    Clara: Why? Why would you do this?

    The Doctor: Because I think it's going to be a whopper, and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he, he needs you.

    The Doctor: So who is it?

    The Doctor: Is that the Doctor?

    The Doctor: Is that the Doctor?

    Clara: Yes.

    The Doctor: He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young. Oh, is he grey?

    Clara: Yes.

    The Doctor: Clara, please, hey, for me, help him. Go on. And don't be afraid. Goodbye, Clara. Miss ya.