Third Doctor: You’ve come here to kill me, of course?
Master: But not without considerable regret.
Third Doctor: How very comforting.
Master: You see, Doctor, you’re my intellectual equal. Almost. I have too few worthy opponents. When they’ve gone I always miss them.
Rex Farrel: And you’re not angry? Master: Because the Doctor’s escaped again? No. He’s an interesting adversary. I admire him in many ways. Rex Farrel: But you still intend to destroy him? Master: Of course. And the more he struggles to postpone the moment, the greater the ultimate satisfaction.
Jo: Doctor? Third Doctor: Mmm? Jo: You felt sorry for him, didn’t you. You wanted to come down here and see that he was all right. Third Doctor: Well, he used to be a friend of mine once. A very good friend. In fact, you might almost say we were at school together.
Master: Doctor, why don’t you come in with me? We’re both Time Lords, we’re both renegades. We could be masters of the galaxy! Think of it, Doctor, absolute power! Power for good. Why, you could reign benevolently, you could end wars, suffering, disease. We could save the universe. Third Doctor: No, absolute power is evil. Master: Consider carefully, Doctor. I’m offering you a half-share in the universe.
Third Doctor: You’ll never understand, will you? I want to see the universe - not rule it!
Master: You’ve always been my greatest stimulation, my dear Doctor but now, you inspire me.
Sarah Jane Smith: Who’s that?
Third Doctor: He’s my best enemy. He likes to be known as the Master, don’t you.
Master: A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.
Fourth Doctor: We must pool our resources. Nyssa: The creature that killed my father Fourth Doctor: I can’t choose the company I keep! Master: An alliance with you, Doctor? Fourth Doctor: In the circumstances, yes. Master: If we do cooperate, there’ll be no question of you ever returning to Gallifrey. Fourth Doctor: If we don’t cooperate, there’ll be no question of Gallifrey. Tegan: Doctor, what are you doing? Fourth Doctor: Please. Shush. As Time Lords, you and I have special responsibilities. Master: Together, then.
Master: Together? Fourth Doctor: One last hope. (The Master and the Doctor shake hands.)
Master: Doctor, we must form a plan. I propose one, we withdraw to a position of temporary security. Two, we reconfigure our two Tardises into time cone inverters. Three, we create a stable safe zone by applying temporal inversion isometry to as much of space-time as we can isolate. Tegan: Look! (The Monitor fades away before their eyes.) Master: Horrible. Tegan: Hardly more horrible than shrinking people. Master: No. Do what you like, Doctor. Logopolis is yours. Tegan: Doctor, stop him. He’s getting away. Fourth Doctor: No, no, no, no, listen. Reconfigure the two Tardises into time cone inverters? It would work. What a brilliant mind.
(The Master is pinned by fallen debris.) Fourth Doctor: One good lift deserves another, don’t you think? (The Master groans, and the Doctor heaves the large chunk of masonry of him.) Master: I’m very grateful.
Master: It seems we must always meet again. Seventh Doctor: They do say opposites attract.
Tenth Doctor: Master.
Master: I like it when you use my name.
Tenth Doctor: I’ve been alone ever since. But not any more. Don’t you see? All we’ve got is each other.
Master: Are you asking me out on a date?
Tenth Doctor: You could stop this right now, we could leave this planet, we can fight across the constellations if that’s what you want, but not on Earth!
Master: Dying in your arms. Happy now?
Tenth Doctor: You’re not dying, don’t be stupid. It’s only a bullet, just regenerate.
Tenth Doctor: One little bullet, come on–
Master: I guess you don’t know me so well, I refuse.
Tenth Doctor: Regenerate, just regenerate! Please, please! Just regenerate! Come on—
Master: And spend… the rest of my life, imprisoned, with you?
Tenth Doctor: But you’ve got to! Come on. It can’t end like this. You and me, all the things we’ve done? Axons! Remember the Axons? And the Daleks? We’re the only two left. There’s no one else…. REGENERATE!
Master: Heh… how about that? [grins] I win.
Master: Tell me, where’s your TARDIS?
Tenth Doctor: You could be so wonderful.
Master: Where is it?
Tenth Doctor: You’re a genius. You’re stone-cold brilliant, you are. I swear, you really are, but you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that–we could travel the stars. It would be my honor. ‘Cause you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. Have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space, that’s ownership enough.
Master: Would it stop then? The noise in my head?
Tenth Doctor: I can help.
Master: I don’t know what I’d be without that noise.
get to know me: favorite brOTPs → the [tenth] doctor & the master (doctor who) Doctor. Master. I like it when you use my name. You chose it. Psychiatrist’s field day. As you chose yours. “The man who makes people better”. How sanctimonious is that?
I Like It When You Use My Name //Closed RP// Gingerten
Oh, this had just been too easy.
Becoming Prime Minister was just the start. He didn’t even need to get this far. It was just a bonus. He estimated that the Doctor would show up about 18 months after he landed here. That gave him plenty of time to get his plan together.
Any day now would be when the Doctor would turn up, and he was right. He could feel his presence, and it was exactly when he became Prime Minister.
He stalked the Doctor. Making sure he was never out of his sight. He may as well go out to greet him.
It’s not like the Doctor could do anything to him either.
He sent in a couple of police officers, waiting for the Doctor to be separated from the Freak and Martha. He silenced the both of them before he would make himself known.
He walked with a slight bounce in his step, waiting for the right moment to speak up. Feeling the confusion and panic coursing through the Doctor.
Oh, this was just too good.
He smiled to himself, putting his hands in his pockets as he stopped behind the other Time Lord.