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GUYS, THE NEW DOCTOR WHO TITLE.
pooky-chu:
skybeneaththesea:
“THE DOCTOR’S WIFE”
WHAT IF ITS ABOUT HUMAN TEN AND ROSE?????
That would be amazing. Actually. Yes.
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Mr Logan: Can we please get back to Shakespeare? Thank you. So-
Lauren: Do you fancy Billie Piper, sir?
Mr Logan: Right! You are the most insolent child I have ever had the misfortune to teach!
Lauren: Thank you.
Mr Logan: You are pointless, repetitious and extremely dull.
Lauren: Bit like Shakespeare.
Mr Logan: William Shakes- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WAS A GENIUS! YOU, LITTLE MADAME, ARE DEFINITELY NOT! NOW JUST SIT THERE, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, OR I WILL FAIL YOU IN THIS WHOLE MODULE RIGHT NOW!
Lauren: Amest I bovveréd?
Mr Logan: What?
Lauren: Amest I bovveréd, forsooth?
Mr Logan: Lauren-
Lauren: Looketh at my face. Looketh at my face. Ist this a bovveréd face thou seest before thee?
Mr Logan: Right. I'm calling your parents-
Lauren: Are you disrespecting the house of Cooper?! Art thou calling my mother a pox-ridden wench?! Art thou calling my father a goodly rotten apple?!
Mr Logan: Lauren-
Lauren: But he ain't even a goodly rotten apple. But he ain't a goodly rotten apple, though.
Lauren: I ain't even bovveréd, though! Face? Bovveréd? Face? Bovveréd? My Liege, I be not bovveréd, forsooth. You take the high road and you take the low road. Bovveréd? Face? I ain't even bovveréd. Shakespeare? Sonnets? I ain't even bovveréd.
Mr Logan: Look stop right there-
Lauren:
"My Mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red than her lips red,
If Snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head,
I have seen roses damask'd red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfume is there more delight,
Than in the breath from my mistress reeks,
I love to hear her speak, Yet well I know
That music has a far more pleasing sound,
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground,
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare." BITE ME, ALIEN BOY!
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