For a long time I thought I was just a survivor, but I’m not. I’m the winner. That’s who I am. The Time Lord Victorious. This is wrong, Doctor. I don’t care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.
I’ll tell you how I feel okay? Two weeks ago, my wife kicked me out, I’ve been stopping on my brothers couch ever since, this morning I wake up and there’s no milk, I bought that fucking milk and he used it to drown his sugarpuffs in; so with no cup of coffee I come into work, I get shat on by a pigeon, I meet my new patient and she’s about as open as a nuns fu.