Tenth Doctor: Look at you! The hat, the coat, the crickety-cricket stuff, the... stick of celery, yeah... brave choice, celery, but fair play to you, not a lot ofmen can carry off a decorative vegetable.
Fifth Doctor: Shut up! There is something very wrong with my TARDIS, and I've got to do something about it very, very quickly. And it would help, it really would help if there wasn't some skinny idiot ranting in my face about every single thing that happens to be in front of him!
Fifth Doctor: It's like like two time zones at war in the heart of the TARDIS! That's a paradox. Could blow a hole in the space-time continuum the size of—
Fifth Doctor: —well, actually, the exact size of Belgium. That's a bit undramatic, isn't it? Belgium?
Tenth Doctor: D'ya need this?
Fifth Doctor: Nah, I'm fine.
Tenth Doctor: Oh, no, of course. You mostly went hands-free didn't you? Like, "Hey, I'm the Doctor. I can save the universe using a kettle and some string! And look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!"
Fifth Doctor:Who are you?
Tenth Doctor: Take a look.
Fifth Doctor: Oh. Oh, no.
Tenth Doctor: Oh, yes.
Fifth Doctor: You're... Oh, no.
Tenth Doctor:Here it comes, yeah, yeah I am..
Fifth Doctor: A fan!
Tenth Doctor: Yeah... What?
Tenth Doctor: You know, I loved being you. Back when I first started, at the very beginning, I was always trying to be old and grumpy and important, like you do when you're young. And then I was you, and it was all dashing about and playing cricket and my voice going all squeaky when I shout. I still do that, the voice thing, I got that from you! Oh, and the trainers, and snap. 'Cos you know what, Doctor? You were my Doctor.
Fifth Doctor:To days to come.
Tenth Doctor: All my love to long ago.
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