5th Doctor: "-- And that's how you play cricket."
Adric: "I don't understand, Doctor."
5th Doctor: "Really? I should think this would be a breeze for a young stallion of your intellect!"
Adric: "No, what I mean is I don't understand why Equestrian ponies want to spend the whole day knocking a ball around an empty field. Wouldn't they rather be doing math instead?"
5th Doctor: "Most ponies would rather do anything but, actually. However, there was this pegasus pony I met in a previous regeneration, Wind Whistler. Like a calculator with hooves, that one."
Achtung! 5th Doctor spoilers ahead!
I've reached the 6th Doctor and season 22. I always seem to post these doctors only at the tail-end of their run, have you ever noticed that? Peter Davison wasn't a terrible doctor, but sandwiched inbetwixt Spookyteeth McScarfgod and Bilbo the Technicolour Time Lord he was just sort of... lackluster. I think the director was going for that "80s pretty boy" look, perhaps trying to pull in more female viewers. It didn't work on me, I'm not into conventional young dandies, I like unconventional silvered eccentrics like our Time Lord and Savior, Jon Pertwee.
The one time #5 really stood out to me as an individual was that one scene where his young companion, Adric, is pouting over not being taken seriously and not spending as much time with the Doctor as Nyssa and Tegan. Like a guilty father, the Doctor finally agrees to spend more time with Adric. Of course, that was all shortly before he... before he... oh, Adric. ;u;
May a flight of weeping angels sing thee to thy-- actually, I shouldn't say that. I haven't reached the angels yet, they might sound horrible, like strangled turkeys with bad colds for all I know. May a flight of, er, Daleks sing thee to thy rest, then.
"SLEEP. SLEEP. YOU WILL OBEY. SLEEP OR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED."