The Pilot
Bill: So this is somewhere else. This is a diffrent planet. Not Earth, a diffrent one.
The Doctor: That's the general idea.
Bill: Even the sky. That's different sky. Is it made of something else? What's sky made of?
The Doctor: Lemon drops.
Bill: Really?
The Doctor: No, but wouldn't that be nice?
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Hell Bent
Clara: Why don't we just fly away somewhere?
The Doctor: Oh, that'd be great, wouldn't it?
















