I always loved you. I gave you everything. A house, land, a family, I even saved you from going to jail when you stole that crummy TARDIS. But what do I get? Nothing. I get a refusal. You tell me I'm crazy! You tell me that I'm brilliant, but the next minute I'm stupid and need to get my act together.
Well, guess what? I walk to the sound of my own drums. I don't care anymore. In fact, I hope Martha Jones dies! I hope she's dehydrated, twitching, being ran over again and again and again. Or even better, I hope the Toclafane have left her in ashes to be scattered around the world! Oh, she won't be the woman who walked the Earth, she'll be the woman who flew around the Earth!
No, don't cry. I'm sorry. I really am. But you really are being an ass. I even de - aged you. You're 905 again. See? I'm trying.
Why won't you just talk? Tell me I'm nuts. Even better, tell me where Susan is! For Rassilon's sake, I deserve to know where my own granddaughter is.
Oh. I see. You think that if I know where she is, I'll corrupt her. Too late for that. She's grown, isn't she? Rassilon, we're old.
Oh. You don't think that. Your eyes say it all. You lost her. You don't know where she is, or if she's even alive. My poor baby, just let me hug you.
I love you. You don't think so, neither does Lucy, but then again, she's a complete idiot. But I really do. I would have killed you already if I didn't.
The first word! The first word you've spoken all year. 'Ditto.' It's not the best, but I'll take it. At least, after all these years and plots and victories and losses, you don't hate me.
'Ditto.' You say again. I still haven't let you go, do you realize that? You haven't let go either, because you're scared. I know you. But you know what? I am, too.
Fine, I'll say it.
Ditto.