DOCTOR: I'm afraid I don't believe in curses.

CHURCHWELL: A rationalist?

DOCTOR: Not exactly. I just look for the best in people.

DOCTOR: Let’s travel in style! Let’s raise a glass as we steam down the canal! And before the world ends, it turns completely upside down.

DOCTOR: Can’t you people see? Won’t you ever learn? There’s no such thing as prophecy or fate! There are true events, things that happen, and things that have to happen, and none of us can escape those. None of us can, and that’s bad enough. I know that. But we don’t have to invent myths to make it all worse! We don’t have to create terrible destinies, we come to them sure enough!

CHARLEY: It was all about love in the end, wasn’t it?

ELEANOR LAVISH: I’ll get some peace! I’ll find myself some opulent ballroom, and watch the chandeliers grow extravagant beards of lichen and weed, and the monstrous fish take up residence in the sepulchre boudoirs of ancient princesses.

ELEANOR LAVISH: There is a balance to magic.

DOCTOR: And the bells ring out for the death of Venice!

DOCTOR: Just think of it all as some kind of phantasm, a peculiar dream you're having.

CHARLIE: That works does it?

DOCTOR: Why do you think I'm always so calm and collected?

CHARLIE: But you aren't.

CHARLEY: Couldn't you do something about tidying this place up?

DOCTOR: The TARDIS? What's wrong with it?

CHARLEY: For a really futuristic ship, what you ought to have is gleaming white surfaces and bright flashing controls and... I mean, it's the 1930s now Doctor, this place is like something out of Jules Verne.

DOCTOR: It might be the 1930s to you Charley, but for me it's nothing of the kind.

CHARLEY: I show a smidgen of interest in the plight of the underclass, and what do I get in return? Held at knife-point, dressed up in an admittedly fabulous but impractical frock, and then I end up being forced to marry some ancient madman as the city collapses around us!

PIETRO: A hundred years of waiting. I can't imagine it.

DOCTOR: It isn't that long.

CHARLEY: Oh, here we go. The mysterious Doctor holds forth again about the nature of Time. Get

punting, Doctor.

DOCTOR: It, it, it isn't that long, really, a hundred years of solitude.

CHARLEY: Well, it would be for me. It would be for anyone if they had to wait that long for someone

to return. I hope you'd never abandon me like that, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Abandon you? No, and I wouldn't lose you in a game of cards either. Of course not. You're

my best friend.