FUGITIVE DOCTOR: (To The Thirteenth Doctor) I'd quite like it if you got off my ship now.

FUGITIVE DOCTOR: Let me take it from the top. Hello, I’m The Doctor.

DOCTOR: They're preparing to beam down there. A platoon of Judoon near the moon.

DOCTOR: Not that weapon, not here. Humans will die, and you, Captain, will have racked up enough violations to ensure that your troop never get hired again. Look at you and your platoon of Judoon near the... that lagoon.

YAZ: More of a canal.

GRAHAM: What, this ain't your ship?

JACK: You think I'd choose this look? Doesn't even have a bar!