Неожиданно смотрю с мамой первую серию Одиннадцатого Доктора "Eleventh Hour" (сценарист - Моффат)
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знакомства Доктора с Амелией
DOCTOR: Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before.
…
(The Doctor bites into an apple, then spits it out.)
DOCTOR: That's disgusting. What is that?
AMELIA: An apple.
DOCTOR: Apple's rubbish. I hate apples.
AMELIA: You said you loved them.
DOCTOR: No, no, no. I like yoghurt. Yoghurt's my favourite. Give me yoghurt.
(Amelia gets him a pot from the fridge. He pours it in his mouth and then spits it out.)
DOCTOR: I hate yoghurt. It's just stuff with bits in.
AMELIA: You said it was your favourite.
DOCTOR: New mouth. New rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes wrong. Argh!
(The Doctor twitches violently.)
AMELIA: What is it? What's wrong with you?
DOCTOR: Wrong with me? It's not my fault. Why can't you give me any decent food? You're Scottish. Fry something.
(So Amelia gets the frying pay out while the Doctor dries his hair with a towel.)
DOCTOR: Ah, bacon!
(That gets spat out, too.)
DOCTOR: Bacon. That's bacon. Are you trying to poison me?
(A saucepan of baked beans gets heated up.)
DOCTOR: Ah, you see? Beans.
(Until he gets them in his mouth, that is.)
DOCTOR: Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans. Bread and butter. Now you're talking.
(The Doctor throws the plate of bread and butter out, hitting a cat.)
DOCTOR: And stay out!
AMELIA: We've got some carrots.
DOCTOR: Carrots? Are you insane? No. Wait. Hang on. I know what I need. I need, I need, I need fish fingers and custard.
самокритично спрашиваю маму, что похоже же это на попытку накормить 3Ф. Мама радостно смеется и отвечает, что да.
Я горжусь своей самокритичностью и полагаю, что я-то уже умею относиться к еде проще.
Агк. Уже на следующий день я к своему embarrasment доказываю, что я Доктор, такой Докто…
… давно хотелось поставить памятник стойкости Амелии Понд. =D