This page is a collection of quotations from the era of the eighth official incarnation of the The Doctor from the BBC science fiction television programme Doctor Who, during which the role of the Eighth Doctor was played by Paul McGann.
Amongst the television Doctors, the Eighth Doctor is unique in the fact that his only onscreen appearance was in the 1996 television movie Doctor Who, although he went on to feature in further novels and audios. In order to avoid confusion with the rest of the series, the movie is usually referred to as "The Television Movie", "TVM" or "Enemy Within".
Doctor Who (1996 film) 
- (12 May 1996)
- The Doctor [Opening narration.]: It was on the planet Skaro that my old enemy, the Master, was finally put on trial. They say he listened calmly as his list of evil crimes was read and sentence passed. Then he made his last, and I thought somewhat curious, request. He demanded that I, the Doctor, a rival Time Lord, should take his remains back to our home planet — Gallifrey. It was a request they should never have granted.
- The Doctor [Narrating]: A Time Lord has 13 lives and the Master had used all of his. But rules never meant much to him, so I stowed his remains safely for the voyage back. Because even in death, I couldn't trust him. In all my travels through space and time, and nearing the end of my seventh life, I was finally beginning to realise that you could never be too careful.
- [The Seventh Doctor's final words before regenerating.]
- The Doctor: Puccini... Madame Butterfly... (The Doctor's eyes open. He grabs Dr. Grace Holloway's right wrist.) Whatever you're about to do, stop!
- Grace: Mister Smith, you're going to be all right.
- The Doctor: No. I am not human. I am not like you.
- Grace: Nobody is, Mister Smith.
- The Doctor: Please, I need a beryllium atomic clock. This is 1999, isn't it?
- Salinger: We can't wait any longer, Grace.
- The Doctor: (The anaesthetist puts a mask over the Doctor's face.) No, I'm not human. I'm not human. I'm not— (He flails around, pulling down Grace's mask.) I'm not human!
- Curtis: It's okay, I've got it. (Curtis puts the mask back in place.)
- Grace: Try not to speak, Mister Smith. We've already taken out all the bullets, and now we're going to listen to your heart, try to find out why it's so wild, and then I'm going to fix it. You'll be fine. Okay, he's under. (The Doctor sits up.)
- The Doctor: Timing malfunction. The Master! He's out there. (They push him back down and try to get him unconscious again.)
- Grace: Scalpel.
- The Doctor: I've got to stop... him... (The Doctor finally passes out.)
- Grace: Somehow I don't think this man's name is Mister Smith, do you?
- [The Eighth Doctor's first words after regenerating.]
- The Doctor: Who am I? WHO...AM...I?!
- The Doctor: I know who I am, I... AM... THE DOCTOR!
- The Doctor: Grace, I came back to life before your eyes. I held back death. Look, I can't make your dream come true forever, but I can make it come true today.
- The Doctor: The universe hangs by such a delicate thread of points, it's useless to meddle with it. Unless, like me, you're a Time Lord.
- The Doctor: Look over there! On the other side of your galaxy, that's home.
- Grace: [astonished] Gallifrey.
- The Doctor: 250 million light years away. That's a good 10 minutes in this old thing.
- The Doctor: You want dominion over the living, yet all you do is KILL!
- The Master: Life is wasted on the living!
- [The Master is about to be dragged into the Eye of Harmony]
- The Doctor: Give me your hand!
- The Master: NEVER! [the Master is dragged in] DOCTOR!
Big Finish Productions audio plays 
- The Doctor [Opening narration.]: Once upon a time, in a land not too dissimilar to ours, there lived a king. And he was a good king; in an age when good was something of an unfashionable rarity. He was very very wise, and very very powerful. But he was also very very old. And he realized that for all his great wisdom, and his great power, he would soon have to leave his kingdom once and for all and make the journey to the outside world of infinite darkness. And so on the eve of his departure, when his physicians had finished all their head shaking, and his wives had wrung as many tears from their eyes as they could, he called his son and heir to his side. “Everything you see is yours to command,” he said. “But be advised. The better slaves are those who still believe they taste some freedom. Play the tyrant, but you must inspire love as well as fear.” Yet the son cared not for his words. And when the corpse had been dispatched with much pomp and fireworks to the darker realms outside, the new king resolved to stretch the limits of his authority. He gathered all the people before him and told them that their every thought must match his thought. No will should exist save his will. And people being people, they agreed. Those that didn’t, vanished in the night and their families soon learned to pretend that they had never existed. But still the king was not content. So he instructed all the animals in his kingdom that they must now obey his commands. Horses should bark, dogs should mew, fish should fly from tree to tree, exactly as he desired. And animals being animals, they agreed. Some of the pigs had to be culled, but no one minded because they tasted so lip smackingly good. And the cats had to go because no one could tell a cat anything. But soon the people and the animals lived in perfect harmony. Their lives precise expressions of the whims of their lord.
Scherzo, Part 2 
- The Doctor [Opening narration.]: Every living creature obeyed their king; doing everything that he wanted, down to the smallest detail. Sometimes even before he knew he wanted it. But still the king was not content. Living creatures only made up the smallest number of his subjects. So he gave out further orders. He instructed that the waves should crash upon the shore only when he gave the word. He instructed that the wind should not blow, but suck. Time should not run forwards but backwards, or sideways. It took years to persuade them. Soldiers slashed at the waves until their swords were soaked with wave blood, wind and time were locked in the deepest dungeons until, starving, they gave in. The king ruled the elements. But still, he was not content. There was one subject that still balked at his power: music. How the king hated music. Refusing to be constrained, refusing to be disciplined. A small burst of recitative flowering into a fugue without permission. Or a cantata breaking out overnight into a fully fledged oratorio. “Will no man rid me of these turbulent tunes!?” he cried. And the militia, now trained to obey his merest impulse, took him at his word. They seized the music. Every last crochet and minim, each breve and innocent little semibreve and threw them out of the kingdom. They threw them into the outside world of infinite darkness. And music was banished forever. At last, the king had his own universe. It was his, and no one else’s. He was happy, and no one dared point out to him that he had exiled his only means by which he could express it.
To The Death 
- The Doctor [After watching his companion die]: You're lucky Susan; lucky I left you behind. I've seen so many people die, I've got used to it. I just move on...
- Susan Campbell:I don't believe that.
- The Doctor: But today feels like a different day. One lost life too many. Today I just... I'll just say enough. I'm sorry you had to die too.
- Susan Campbell: Hold me, Grandfather
- The Doctor: Here, I've got you. I remember when you were so young;
- Susan Campbell: And you were so old.