“The sixth. The best of them all!” His smile widened into a grin. “Which ones do you know? Let me guess, ten and eleven?”
“Six, huh?” Rose grinned, excited to be meeting other versions of the doctor. She tapped her chins as she tried to remember if the doctor ever told her which regeneration he was. “Uhm… Nine and ten.” She replied, hoping she had the numbers right.
He nodded. “Of course. Those two. It’s always about the newest three!”
Seven, what are you doing?
Seven! Wait! Let me do the rest!
Time Lord Temper Tantrum
This is from an outtake from the story Survival. I unfortunately can’t find it, but it was brilliant He started yelling “I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING RUN” and throws a hilarious pissy fit.
YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED IN MY LIFE. FOOTAGE OF SYLVESTER MCCOY SWEARING
Because everyone needs to see this………everyone
THAT FUCKING SCARF IS LONG ENOUGH TO ENTIRELY COVER HIS NECK ALL THE WAY AT THE CONSOLE SO HE WOULDN’T NOTICE IT GOT CAUGHT AND THEN SEXY WAS VERY CAREFUL NOT TO WRECK IT IN THE TIME VORTEX