RENÉE: I'll talk to anyone about that boy of mine... if you'll bend the rules.

LOGAN: I got no problem. This time of night, who's looking?

BELINDA: Bend the rules?

DOCTOR: In 1952 Miami, the diner is segregated. No blacks, which includes you. We're breaking the law just by being in here.

BELINDA: But that's... Oh, my God, I can't...

DOCTOR: Save it for later, Belinda. Right now we are busy.

BELINDA: How can you say that?

DOCTOR: I have toppled worlds. Sometimes I wait for people to topple their world. Until then, I live in it and I shine.