NAOMI: Daleks? I've heard of them.

DOCTOR: Angry bins. Angry bins of hate. Soft on the inside, crunchy on the outside. Sgt. Pepper Pot's Lonely Hate Club Band.

GUARD: The woods are out of bounds. The devil is dancing there tonight.

DOCTOR: Oh, I know. I marked his card. He promised me a foxtrot!

DOCTOR: (to an ancient Druid) Lovely fire. But you're missing some marshmallows.