Cruelty at its finest.

Hi. I’m going to break your heart and crush your soul today. I’m in a very “Moffat” mood.

If you do not want to cry, don’t even think about reading what I’ve written below.

. . . You’re brave to come this far, but turn back while you still can!

While the Doctor was working in a toy shop during his eleventh regeneration, a pregnant redhead walked into the shop, followed by an elderly man. The Doctor, seeing them, quickly pulled off his name tag and dropped it on the floor. The redhead introduced herself as Donna, and asked if she could see the collection of baby toys, because her daughter, named Rose at her grandad’s request, was due in a month. The doctor turned before Donna saw the look on his face, and didn’t notice the elderly man stoop and pick up the name tag. There were tears in the eyes of both men.

Have a nice day.

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Twelfth Doctor Audition Script

This is the audition script for the Twelfth Doctor. I just can’t imagine anyone but Matt saying this!

Inside the TARDIS. The Doctor checks out the new body while Clara watches. It’s only been a few minutes, so they’re both still adjusting.

 

Doctor: Right then, eyesight. Not bad, bit blue. Ears – not pointy, right way up, more or less level. Face – well, I’ve got one. Oh no! French!

Clara: French?

Doctor: I’ve deleted French! Plus all cookery skills, and the breast stroke. And hopping. Never mind hopping, who needs to hop. Ohhh, the kidneys are interesting. Never had that before – interesting kidneys.

Clara: Are you all right?

Doctor: I don’t know, do I look all right?

Clara: I don’t know.

Doctor: How’s the face? Seems all right from the inside. Nice action, responsive. Bit less heft on the chin. How is it?

Clara: It’s . . . okay.

Doctor: Okay?

Clara: It’s a bit . . . you know.

Doctor: No I don’t, I haven’t seen it yet.

Clara: Maybe it’s just new.

Doctor: Have you changed height?

Clara: No.

Doctor: You sure?

Clara: It’s you, your height, you’re the one that’s changed.

Doctor: And look at your nose.

Clara: What about my nose?

Doctor: It was really cute, I loved your nose, you should have kept it.

Clara: I did, it’s the same nose, it’s the same all of me. You’re the one who’s . . . regenerated, whatever you call it.

Doctor: Are you wearing a smell?

Clara: Do you mean perfume?

Doctor: Yeas, I suppose it could be perfume.

Clara: You’ve always liked that perfume, you said so.

Doctor: No I didn’t. That was the Doctor.

Clara: You’re the Doctor.

Doctor: Yeah, I suppose I am. That’s going to take a bit of getting used to.

Clara: Yeah, it really is.