DOCTOR: This has been an absolute joy.

"ROSE TYLER": Oh, hello!

TELLER: There is a dream, that is dreamt by everyone, in all realities. Whether they remember it, or not. They are running through the forest, it is this forest, it is this moment, and the dark is coming.

DOCTOR: That’s our lives, Belinda. We travel in and out of the slipstreams of time. Beautiful things can be forgotten and gone. But they still happened, somewhere. I think one thing remains. I love you. And I love you, Pops. That will never change.

FIFTEENTH DOCTOR: I don't want to do this alone.

(The Fifteenth Doctor walks to the TARDIS doors and opens them. He sees Joy's star)

FIFTEENTH DOCTOR: I'm never alone with you. Joy to the world! And that is exactly the word. This has been an absolute joy.

(The Fifteenth Doctor regenerates)

SIXTEENTH DOCTOR: Oh, hello!

MRS FLOOD: So much for the two Ranis. It's goodbye from me...

(She disappears.)

THIRTEENTH DOCTOR: You've redecorated. I don't like it. Does it really need to be bigger in a room defined by its bigness?

CY: Doctor, I’m pointing a blaster at you. And I’m about to steal your ship. Aren’t you angry?

DOCTOR: Would it make you feel better if I were angry?

CY: Make me feel better? What are you talking about?

DOCTOR: Sometimes, when people do a bad thing they know is bad, they feel better about having done it if the party they’ve wronged reacts angrily. Maybe you wanted me to be angry with you, so you could feel better about having stolen my ship. Because you could convince yourself I wasn’t a nice person, or that I might have done the same to you. You see?

BELINDA: I’m sorry we ran. Habit.

SORA: I’m sorry we chased you into the Pit. Habit.

DOCTOR: I'm old and I am wise, but I am most definitely silly. And I am certainly never a grown up!

GRACE: This is the Doctor, Your Grace.

DOCTOR: Your Grace. How about we cut down on the Graces and I call you something else. How about Sir Duke? Sounds good.

THE DUKE: You may address me as Lord Duke. And you are Doctor who?

DOCTOR: Oh, I like you already, Sir – sorry – Lord Duke.

‘I’m wearing Gallifreyan Goddess. Best perfume in the galaxy.’ River Song had left a bottle in the TARDIS many years ago, and although the scent regenerated on a daily basis to suit the Doctor’s mood, it always reminded him of her. Today it was a seductive mix of sea salt, vanilla and sandalwood, with a base note of oud and …

DOCTOR: That’s the trouble with grown-ups. They stop believing in things. And they start liking blue cheese.

JOHN: I have my doubts, but I never doubt you, Belinda.

MRS FLOOD: You work so hard, and you're doing a very, very good job. Would I lie? (pauses) Oh, yes, I would.

SUSAN: I've got digestives, Bourbons, and nice vanilla wafers. Just give us a shout if you need anything.

KATE: I don't think anyone will be shouting, thank you very much.

RANI: That's why I needed you trapped inside the wish. Because this isn't just exposition, Doctor. I need to tell you everything so that your doubt becomes all-consuming.

JOHN: One more day till May the 24th. Any plans?

MEL: Oh, you know, I'm single, no parents, no children, so I will sit in silent contemplation and be jolly glad!

ROGUE: Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me? I haven't got much time. They're coming. And this hell dimension is sliding into the pit. I don't know if I'm going to survive. Thank you for that, you know. But I have to warn you – I can only send you one warning, and this is going to sound strange, but listen to me. Tables don't do that. Remember. Tables don't do that. I gotta go. I miss you. Well... more than that. I love you.

RANI: I'm not a child.

MRS FLOOD: Well... you're my child, in a manner of speaking. It could be said that you sprang from my loins.

RANI: That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard.

MRS FLOOD: Do this, do that

(Mrs Flood is preparing a sandwich)

MRS FLOOD: Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Can I cut your toenails ma'am?

(She roughly slices the sandwich in half)

MRS FLOOD: Snip bloody snip.

DOCTOR: Did I just fly through space on a confetti cannon?

MIKE: Yeah.

DOCTOR: Camp!

DOCTOR: When I tell you to stop... you really should stop, babes.

KID: Or what?

DOCTOR: Or you'll regret it. Because I have met so many versions of you, Kid. And revenge is just an excuse. Because your cold, filthy heart just likes to kill.

KID: Well, Doctor. If you insist.

KID: What?

GARY: Lost him. They know it's a fake.

DOCTOR: Hiya.

KID: Don't move.

DOCTOR: What? In case I do this?

KID: No! Big mistake. Ah!

DOCTOR: See, the thing about holograms is... they're kinda soft. And they fizz and they crackle and they're kind of no use. Unless you're me, and you convert them into hard light. In which case.... a hologram can hurt.

DOCTOR: How many people did you want to kill? Three trillion? How about we try this three trillion times, hmm?

SUSAN (OC): Stop.

SUSAN (OC): Grandfather.

BELINDA: No.

DOCTOR: Bel.

MIKE: Look, that's 100,000 people, frozen and suspended in space. To reach them, and catch them, and revive every single one of them... you'd need to be some sort of insane genius.

DOCTOR: (looks up) Hello. I'm the Doctor.