DOCTOR: Kate Lethbridge Stewart, a word to the wise. As I'm sure your father would have told you, I don't like being picked up.

CLARA: That probably sounded better in his head.

DOCTOR: I've had many faces, many lives. I don't admit to all of them. There's one life I've tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other, a man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.

WAR DOCTOR: Soldier, I'm going to need your gun.

WAR DOCTOR: Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro, I serve notice on you all. Too long I have stayed my hand. No more. Today you leave me no choice. Today, this war will end. No more. No more.

MOMENT: They must have told you the Moment had a conscience. Hello! Oh, look at you. Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, eh, Doctor?

MOMENT: I think I'm called Rose Tyler. No. Yes. No, sorry, no, no, in this form, I'm called Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?

WAR DOCTOR: If you have been inside my head, then you know what I've seen. The suffering. Every moment in time and space is burning. It must end, and I intend to end it the only way I can.

MOMENT: And you're going to use me to end it by killing them all, Daleks and Time Lords alike. I could, but there will be consequences for you.

WAR DOCTOR: I have no desire to survive this.

MOMENT: Then that's your punishment. If you do this, if you kill them all, then that's the consequence. You live.

TENTH DOCTOR: It's a machine that goes ding. Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Ooo. Also it can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop.

DOCTOR: Whatever you've got planned, forget it. I'm the Doctor. I'm nine hundred and four years old. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness, and you are basically just a rabbit, aren't you? Okay, carry on. Just a general warning.

DOCTOR: Now, I want this stone dust analysed. And I want a report in triplicate, with lots of graphs and diagrams and complicated sums on my desk, tomorrow morning, ASAP, pronto, L O L. See? Job. Do I have a desk?

KATE: No.

DOCTOR: And I want a desk.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.

TENTH DOCTOR: One of them is a Zygon.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Urgh. I'm not judging you.

TENTH DOCTOR: Oooh, lovely.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Oooh, lovely.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: It's not working.

TENTH DOCTOR: We're both reversing the polarity.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Yes, I know that.

TENTH DOCTOR: There's two of us. I'm reversing it, you're reversing it back again. We're confusing the polarity.

WAR DOCTOR: You're my future selves?

TEN & ELEVEN: Yes!

WAR DOCTOR: Am I having a midlife crisis? Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They're scientific instruments, not water pistols. Look like you've seen a ghost.

BENTHAM: Encircle them. Which of you is the Doctor? The Queen of England is bewitched. I would have the Doctor's head.

WAR DOCTOR: Well, this has all the makings of your lucky day.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: It's a timey-wimey thing.

WAR DOCTOR: Timey what? Timey-wimey?

TENTH DOCTOR: I've no idea where he picks that stuff up.

WAR DOCTOR: Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Yes. No. I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators Sandshoes and Granddad.

WAR DOCTOR: Granddad?

OSGOOD-Z: Excuse me. I'm going to need my inhaler. I so hate it when I get one with a defect. Ooo, you've got some perfectly horrible memories in here, haven't you? So jealous of your pretty sister. I don't blame you. I wish I'd copied her.

OSGOOD: So do I!

KATE: The Black Archive. Highest security rating on the planet. The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift. Automated memory filters in the ceiling. Access, please.

ATKINS: Ma'am.

KATE: Atkins, isn't it?

ATKINS: Yes, ma'am. First day here.

KATE: (sotto) Been here ten years.

KATE: Think about it. Americans with the ability to rewrite history? You've seen their movies.

WAR DOCTOR: I don't know who you are, either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.

MOMENT: They're you. They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets, and the man who forgets.

WAR DOCTOR: Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame, whatever the cost.

MOMENT: You know the sound the TARDIS makes? That wheezing, groaning. That sound brings hope wherever it goes.

WAR DOCTOR: Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

MOMENT: To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Anyone, however lost... Even you.

CLARA: Be a doctor. You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?

TENTH DOCTOR: Never cruel or cowardly.

WAR DOCTOR: Never give up, never give in.

DOCTOR: Never give up. Never give in.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Okay. Gentlemen, we're ready. Geronimo!

TENTH DOCTOR: Allons-y!

WAR DOCTOR: Oh, for God's sake. Gallifrey stands!

WAR DOCTOR: I don't suppose we'll know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.

CLARA: Life and soul, you are.

WAR DOCTOR: Oh yes, of course. I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time.

TENTH DOCTOR: Trenzalore. We need a new destination, because I don't want to go.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: He always says that.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: I could be a curator. I'd be great at curating. I'd be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place.

CURATOR: You know, I really think you might.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: I never forget a face.

CURATOR: I know you don't. And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favourites, eh?

CURATOR: Oh, it's entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you. Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Thank you very much.

CURATOR: Or perhaps it doesn't matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows?

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: Hey, look. The round things.

TENTH DOCTOR: I love the round things.

ELEVENTH DOCTOR: What are the round things?

TENTH DOCTOR: No idea.