73 Yards

DOCTOR: Oh, yes! We are in Wales. Spectacular!

RUBY: How can you tell?

DOCTOR: Oh... That smell. That green. That coastline, Ruby. Oh, the rocks and the water, it never ends. The war between the land and the sea.

“I can't think of a synonym for keeping your distance. I suppose, to coin a new word, in Latin, it would be semper distans. Always distant. She's semper distans to you.”

KATE: We have a tradition of helping the Doctor's former companions, once they return to a... normal life.

RUBY: I was... I was hardly with him, really.

KATE: But it felt like a lifetime?

RUBY: Yeah.

KATE: Well, we're the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, created to investigate the extraterrestrial and, more and more, the supernatural. Things seem to be turning that way these days.

RUBY: And you worked with the Doctor?

KATE: With him. Despite him. Against him, sometimes. And I adore him. I can only say that now he's not here.

“73 yards. I have measured it 100 times. I've measured it a thousand times. It's 73 yards.”

“That's what we do, all of us. We see something inexplicable and invent the rules to make it work. Mankind saw the sunrise and created God. Or we saw the arrival of a Sontaran, one or the other.”

RUBY: But it's taken me all this time to realise what I'm here to do.

RUFUS: Which is what?

RUBY: I'm going to save the world. See ya.

“* (To Marti)* I'm sorry I took so long, because I think I'll only get one chance and I had to make sure I was right. But I wish I could have helped you. I'm so sorry.”

ELIZABETH: Why do people put flowers here?

OLD RUBY: I don't think they know.