What is it you do, Mr. Dowd?
Harvey and I sit in the bars and have a drink or two, play the jukebox, and soon the faces of all the other people, they turn toward mine, and they smile, and they’re saying, “we don’t know your name mister, but you’re a very nice fellow”. Harvey and I warm ourselves on all these golden moments.
His DELIVERY OF THIS. UGH. That last line. It fucking resonated. It lingered in the air. Don’t even deny it.
Forever in time, and forever in our hearts.
Happy 50th Anniversary, Doctor Who.
They should just rename the movie, Bones is Done with Everybody’s Shit.
doctor who in green