NINTH DOCTOR: "It's like when you leave off a good book and forget all about it until you pick it up again and there it is again, exactly where you folded down the page."

TENTH DOCTOR: "You fold down the page?" the Tenth Doctor gasped.

NINTH DOCTOR: "Yeah, I'm a monster, declare war on me"

BRIAN: What an awkward situation. Mr Ball’s toes, were he in possession of any, would surely be curling by now.

DALEK SCIENTIST: Rate of genetic absorption is outside allocation.

DOCTOR: That is Dalek for “oops”.

DOCTOR: Throwing a wrecking ball through history, harvesting lost species, even invading Gallifrey – that I could understand. But, a hybrid of Dalek and Great Vampire DNA? Dalekula?

BRIAN: Do the Daleks remember you are their ally?

DOCTOR: Almost certainly.

BRIAN: And how do they treat their allies?

DOCTOR: They normally end up the same as their enemies. Very dead.

DOCTOR: Wait a moment! I’m no killer.

INYIT: Indeed? And yet, what else is there in your life besides killing and death? I see one who preys on life, and one who has brought about the death of worlds, and my own species. It is fitting that you should end me.

KOTTURUH: You laugh, and you smile, and you joke. You hold the hand of the universe as though it is a friend you are seeing for the last time.

DOCTOR: I’m the Doctor. Admiral of the Victis Fleet. Time Lord Victorious. Bringer of Death to the Bringers of Death. And I’m not kneeling.

TENTH DOCTOR: The Ultimate End? That’s stupid! What else is an end but ultimate? I mean, you can’t have a penultimate end, can you? Why are Daleks always so rubbish at naming things?

EIGHTH DOCTOR: They don’t read enough.