50 Best Pearl Mackie Quotes

Bill: Nardole, are you secretly a badass?
Nardole: Nothing secret about it, baby doll.

Bill: [the Doctor touches a spacesuit] Doctor!
The: It's fried. Should be safe.
Nardole: You thought you were safe before.
The: Yes, well I'm bound to be right eventually, aren't I?

Bill: Where's the steering wheel?
The: Well, you don't steer the Tardis, you negotiate with it. The still point between where you want to go and where you need to be, that's where she takes you.

Bill: Are you from space?
The: No of course not. Nobody's from space. I'm from a planet like everybody else.

Bill: If he's chasing us, he's moving very slowly.
The: Do you know what it means when something chases you very slowly?
Bill: What?
The: It means there's a reason that they don't have to run.

The: I need to know if it has any interest in what's inside this vault.
Bill: Why, what's inside it?
The: Something I don't want anyone being too curious about.
Bill: So you put it in the middle of a university?

[Opening shot, the glowing end of a large spacecraft, engines pulling an inferno inwards. The view moves down its side. Lingering occasionally at windows, we see an industrial city and the number 1056, then a green, hilly terrain under a blue sky, then plains full of wheat. Pulling back, the camera looks down the remaining length of the ship, pointing towards a black hole and its violent accretion disk as rocks fall toward it and explode. At the end of the ship facing the black hold is a small blister of a room jutting out from the center of a large, mostly featureless bulkhead. Inside, a video camera comes alert as the sound of the TARDIS materialisation begins. Solidifying, the door opens and out walks...]
Missy: Hello. I'm Doctor Who.
[one of the cameras twitches, as if saying, "No," then locks onto her face as she poses]
Missy: And these are my plucky assistants...
[Bill and Nardole walk out of the TARDIS, glumly]
Missy: Thing One, and the other one.
Nardole: Bill, Nardole.
[Missy walks to the center of the room]
Missy: We picked up your distress call...
[Missy smiles and winks exaggeratedly]
Missy: and here we are to help...
[Missy spins and twirls her closed umbrella over her head]
Missy: like awesome heroes.
Bill: Yeah, no, we're not assistants, that's...
Missy: Ok, right, what- So, what does he call you, companions? Pets? Shnacks?

Bill: Are you trying to get rid of us?
The: Why?
Nardole: Because you're sending us into the dark after a man with a gun.
The: Ah, well, I've thought of that.
Nardole: Thank you.
The: Nardole, make sure that you walk in front of Bill.

The: Nothing gets through these doors.
Bill: But they're made of wood.

Bill: Why'd you run like that?
The: Like what?
Bill: Like a penguin with it's arse on fire.

Bill: Doctor, this is a bad idea.
The: No, it's a GOOD idea. A test run. She thinks she can be me - let's try her out.
Bill: Why?
The: She got us home from Mars.
Bill: She's a murderer!
The: [after a pause] Enjoying your bacon sandwich?
Bill: Why?
The: Because it had a mummy and a daddy. Go tell a pig about your moral highground.

[extra scene]
Bill: So, you had to find a piano?
The: Yeah.
Bill: And get it down onto the ice.
The: Yes. Under the bridge, right there. Yeah.
Bill: Why?
The: Well, my wife wanted to sing with Stevie Wonder, and that seemed like a romantic spot. Oh!
[the Doctor spots something that catches his interest and walks off]
Bill: Wait, you're married?
The: I know. The good ones are always taken.
[the Doctor direct's Bill's attention to the sword swallower]

Bill: Yeah, but he's called 'The Doctor,' so...
Missy: [explaining to Bill] Well, he says. 'I'm "The Doctor,"' and they say, 'Doctor who?' See, I'm cutting to the chase, baby. I'm streamlinin'. I'm saving us ac-tu-al mi-nutes.
Bill: Yeah, okay. Whatever.

Bill: [upon entering the vault and seeing Missy] It's... it's just a woman. God, the way you and Nardole have been carrying on, I thought you had some kind of monster in here or something.
The: I do.

Bill: Doesn't anyone notice the TARDIS?
The: Your species hardly notices anything.

Bill: So how do we stay out of trouble?
The: Well, I'm not the right person to ask.
Bill: Okay, but- When you go somewhere dangerous, what do you take?
The: [gesturing into the TARDIS] First door on the left, second right, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on the left.
Bill: What's that?
The: The wardrobe. Pick a dress.
Bill: So the TARDIS has dresses... and likes a bit of trouble. Yeah, I think I'm low-key in love with her.
The: Me, too.

The: Do you need a hand with the dishes? We're really very good, aren't we, Bill?
Bill: Yeah.
Friday: Friday does not require help.
Bill: [stepping up] Happy to. Honestly. Though, uh, he's better at dryin'.
[the Doctor joins her, together displacing Friday from his task]
The: Yes. Don't like the soapy water; makes the fingers go all crinkly. Nice to be home, I bet. Of course, it would be better if they'd, uh, 'killed the fatted calf,' so to speak.
[Friday turns and starts walking away]
The: Rolled out the red-planet carpet. Then you're the last of your kind, aren't you, according the the Colonel.
[Friday stops, looks back]
The: So no one left to do the rolling.
Friday: I *am* the last.
[Friday looks away, but the Doctor presses on]
The: How can you be sure?
Friday: [turns to face them] There was a war. A great and terrible war. Friday saw much blood. Now all is gone. My world is dead.
The: [as Friday turns away] But-but while you were asleep, on your ship, in stasis. Maybe there *are* others.
Friday: [turns back again] Friday would... feel... the presence of others. Friday is alone.
The: [walks up to his face] Why'd you call yourself that? What's your real name? An Ice Warrior would never let these humans patronise him without a reason. You're helping the pig. For what?
Friday: Mars still has many riches.
The: [walking away, clearly sceptical] Which you are happy to share.
Friday: Why should not others benefit instead?
[Friday walks away]
Bill: Maybe he's telling the truth.
The: Maybe.
Bill: Wha', can't we give him the benefit of the doubt? I mean, just because he's a big green monster...
The: You think I'm taking sides? I'm not taking sides. The universe is too complicated, far too nuanced. Things are never quite black and white. There are individual aliens just as there are individual humans. Different languages, accents, politics. Different times, different... loyalties.

Bill: Traveling to the past, there's got to be rules. If I step on a butterfly, it could send ripples through time that mean I'm not even born yet in the first place, and I could just disappear.
The: Definitely. I mean, that's what happened to Pete.
Bill: Pete?
The: Your friend, Pete. He was standing there a moment ago, but he stepped on a butterfly. Now you don't even remember him.
[Bill is horrified, then realizes he's joking]
Bill: Shut up! I'm being serious.
The: Yeah, so was Pete.
Bill: You know what I mean. Every choice I make in this moment, here and now, could change the whole future.
The: Exactly like every other day of your life. The only thing to do is to stop worrying about it.
Bill: [grumbles] Okay, if you say so.
The: Pete stopped worrying.

Bill: Have you ever killed anyone? There's a look in your eyes sometimes that makes me wonder. Have you?
The: There are situations when the options available are limited...
Bill: Not what I asked.
The: Sometimes the choices available...
Bill: That's not what I asked!
[pause]
The: Yes.
[long pause]
Bill: How many?... Don't tell me: you moved on.
The: You know what happens if you don't move on? More people die. The kids living rough near here, they may well be next on the menu. Do you want to help me? Do you want to stand here stamping your foot? Because let me tell you something: I'm two thousand years old, and I've never had the time for the luxury of outrage.
[Bill notices something behind the Doctor. He turns around]
Kitty: What do you mean, "On the menu"?

Bill: Where are we going?
The: No idea. But if I look purposeful, they'll think I've got a plan. If they think I've got a plan, at least they won't try to think of a plan themselves.
Bill: But you don't have a plan.

[extra scene]
Bill: But yours is really different. Just feels... warmer.
The: She won, got him under control. Some houses feel friendly, and some don't. Maybe now we know why.
Bill: What do you mean?
The: I assumed these Dryads were alien. Maybe they're not. Maybe they're everywhere. Every creak, every wall from this or worse. Oh!
The: [whispering] I changed the title deeds. I'm getting rather good at that.
[Bill giggles]
The: Guess who owns the house now?
Bill: Me?
The: Better. Me.
Bill: Time Lord and landlord, yeah?
The: Yeah. Isn't that... awesome?

The: [the 1st Doctor - talking in a bit 'dated' manner, tries to impress upon Bill Potts that the computer-generated lady is, after all, a woman] Oh, my dear, I - I hope it doesn't offend you, that I have had some experience with the, uh, 'fairer sex'.
[Twelfth Doctor is cringing at "himself", because he knows what's coming...]
Bill: Me, too.
[First Doctor and the Captain stare in shock]
The: Good lord.

Bill: That's what I don't get. They invade somewhere, take control, why go to the trouble of changing the past?
Nardole: However bad the situation is, if people think that's how it's always been, they put up with it. It's 90% of the job done.

Bill: Do people ever hit you?
The: Well, only when I'm talking.

The: Human society is... stagnating. You've stopped moving forward. In fact, you're regressing.
Bill: Well, this isn't exactly much better.
The: It's safer.
Bill: Not so much for the people the Monks are killing.
The: The Romans killed people and saved billions more from disease, war, famine, and barbarism.
Bill: No, wait. What about free will? You believe in free will. Your whole thing is... You made me write a 3000-word essay on free will!
The: Yes, well, you had free will, and look at what you did with it. Worse than that, you had history. History was saying to you, "Look, I've got some examples of fascism here for you to look at. No? Fundamentalism? No? Oh. Okay. You carry on." I had to stop you, or at least not stand in the way of someone else who wanted to. Because the guns were getting bigger, the stakes were getting higher, and any minute now, it's gonna be "Goodnight, Vienna". By the way, you never delivered that essay.
Bill: Because the world was invaded by zombie monks!

Suit: You look like you're trying to run. Would you like some help with that?
Bill: Can you shut your girlfriend up?
Nardole: Velma! That was her name.
Suit: Confirmed. My name is now Velma.

Razor: You want the good tea or the bad tea?
Bill: What's the difference?
Razor: I call one "good", one "bad".
Bill: Uh, I'll take the good one.
Razor: Excellent, positive attitude. Will help with the horror to come.
Bill: What horror?
Razor: Mainly the tea.

Bill: Doctor, you're blind.
The: Am I? That explains the bruised shins.

The: I'll tell you what, let's just pop into my box.
Bill: Your box? What good is getting in your box going to do?
The: What an extraordinarily long and involved answer this is going to be.

Bill: [to the Doctor has he leaves her in the Tardis] Well, I guess that someone has to do something, but why is it you? Can't you phone the police?

Bill: [to The Doctor] I waited... I waited... I waited for you.

The: Doctor. Right! While you've been here chatting up Robo-Mop, me and... me have been busy. We've found it.
The: [to Bill, in "Razor's" voice] "Oh, hello, my dear. My God, you were so boring for all those years." But it was worth every day of it. For this.
Twelfth: Bill, don't let him upset you.
The: Though, didn't you used to be a woman? I'm gonna be a woman, fairly soon. Any tips? Or maybe... I don't know, old bras?
Bill: I am not upset.
The: [disappointed] Oh. Well, doesn't that take all the fun out of cruelty? Might as well rile a fridge. Come on, this way.

Bill: What would be left of me?
Missy: You'd be a husk, completely and irrevocably brain dead. You couldn't even get on Celebrity Love Island.

Bill: Where there's tears, there's hope.

Bill: Is this stuff safe?
The: Potentially.
Bill: Potentially? What does potentially mean?
The: Safe with a frisson of excitement.

The: What's the opposite of a massacre?
Bill: OK, what?
The: In my experience, a lecture.

The: Humanity's doomed to never learn from its mistakes.
Bill: Well... I guess that's part of our charm.
The: No. It's really quite annoying.

The: [In The TARDIS] What you are standing in is a technological marvel. It is science beyond magic. This is the gateway to everything that ever was, or ever can be.
Bill: Can I use the toilet?
The: Pardon?
Bill: I've had a fright. I need the toilet.
The: It's down there, first right, second left, past the macaroon dispenser.
Bill: Thanks.
Nardole: [Nardole is coming up the stairs as Bill heads down] Oh, human! Human alert. Do you want me to repel her?
The: She's just passing through. She wants to use the toilet.
Nardole: Oh. I'd er give it a minute, if I were you.

Bill: Why all the fuss? It's just mud from the river, isn't it?
The: Mud's one word for it.
Bill: Is this even the right place? The creature's almost a mile away.
The: The creature's *head* is almost a mile away.
[Bill picks up one of the cut "mud" bricks with an ungloved and sniffs it]
The: I assume now we're at the other end.
[realization strikes Bill and she drops the brick]

Bill: Regency England. Bit more black than they show in the movies.
The: So was Jesus. History's a whitewash.

Bill: Why do you put up with us, then?
The: In amongst seven billion, there's someone like you. That's why I put up with the REST of them.

Paul: Bill, if you get scared in the night, you know where I am, yeah?
Bill: What?
Paul: Just if you need any er, of my help, or my whatever, you know?
Bill: Yeah. Er, I get that you're into me, but, um, sorry, you're not my type. It's just, er I tend to go for girls, usually, so
Paul: Oh. Oh, right! I was never in with a chance. Awesome!

The: This is Miss Potts, sir.
Bill: Hi.
The: Miss Potts, this is the Secretary General of the UN.
Secretary: I have flown here today to speak to The President. I'm told you might be able to help.
Bill: Well, I don't know the President. How would I know the President? I mean, I wouldn't even have voted for him. He's... orange.
Secretary: I mean *The* President. The Doctor.
Bill: The Doctor's not President. But- What's he President of?
Secretary: Well, in times of crisis... Earth.

Bill: Get in!

Nardole: [describing how the Tardis works] First you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box.
Bill: Okay
Nardole: Then, you have to make one. It's the second part people normally get stuck on.

Bill: Why are you Scottish?
The: I'm not Scottish, I'm just cross.
Bill: Is there a Scotland in space?
The: They're all over the place, demanding independence from every planet they land on.

Nicolas: Choose a number, any number, both of you, now. And say it when I tap this table.
[he taps the table]
Bill,48463: [speaking at the same time] 36.

Bill: [to the Twelfth Doctor] You're a stupid bloody arse!
First: If I hear any more language like that from you, young lady, you're in for a golly good smacked bottom.
[he leaves]
Twelfth: [embarrassed] Can we just pretend that that never happened?
Bill: I'm a broad-minded girl. I mean, I know we have this whole professor-student thing going on, but...
Twelfth: Can we just never, ever talk about this again?
Bill: I hope we talk about it loads.
[chuckles]
Bill: I hope we spend years laughing about it. Come back alive!

Bill: [inside the Tardis for the first time] Look at this place! It's like a...
The: Spaceship?
Bill: Kitchen!
The: A what?
Bill: A really posh kitchen, all metal. What happened to the doors, though? Did you run out of money?

Bill: You know you're my foster mum? He's like my foster tutor.
Moira: Am I going to have to break every bone in his body?
Bill: It's not like that.
Moira: You need to keep your eye on men.
Bill: [sotto] Men aren't where I keep my eye, actually.