Their Finest Hour

CHURCHILL: Doctor, good to see you. Alhough that face...

DOCTOR: Isn't the one you were expecting? No, nor me - funny, I have that feeling every time I look in the mirror. I can't quite shake the feeling I should be Scottish...

“You don't get it, do you? I was doing you a favour not answering you. Now I don't know why I bothered. The person who sorted those shields, the person you're after - he eats things like you for breakfast. You might have a big, scary invisible ship but I've got a Doctor. You wanna take him on? Go ahead. Bring me some popcorn. Make my day! You want me to tell you where he is? Oh, it'll be a pleasure.”