World Enough and Time

“Hello. I'm Doctor Who. And these are my plucky assistants, Thing One and the Other One.”

“You're probably handsome, aren't you? Well, congratulations on your relative symmetry.”

“Well, I am that mysterious adventurer in all of time and space, known only as Doctor Who. And these are my disposables, Exposition and Comic Relief.”

(Talking about Missy)

BILL: She's a murderer.

DOCTOR: Enjoying your bacon sandwich?

BILL: Why?

DOCTOR: Because it had a mummy and a daddy. Go tell a pig about your moral high ground.

BILL: So, the Time Lords, bit flexible on the whole man-woman thing, then, yeah?

DOCTOR: We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe. We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes.

BILL: But you still call yourselves Time Lords?

DOCTOR: Yeah. Shut up.

“Hello, ordinary person. Please maintain a minimum separation of three feet. I'm really trying not to kill anyone today, but it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were out of reach.”

NARDOLE: Are you having an emotion?

DOCTOR: I know I can help her.

NARDOLE: Yeah. Look at that face, he's having an emotion. Yeah. Yes, look at that bit, yeah, he's doing emotions.

MASTER: Shut up! Do you want to see my city, Doctor? Do you want to see what happens when you're too late to save your little friend and everybody else?

(He wheels the Doctor to the parapet to watch the columns of people being escorted by patients.)

MASTER: See? This used to be just a hospital. Now it's mass production. The Cyber Foundries.

MISSY: The whole city is a machine to turn people into Cybermen. What do you think? Exciting, isn't it?

RAZOR: Do you want the good tea or the bad tea?

BILL: What's the difference?

RAZOR: I call one good, one bad.

BILL: Er, I'll take the good one.

RAZOR: Excellent, positive attitude. Will help with the horror to come.

BILL: What horror?

RAZOR: Mainly the tea.

“We had a pact, me and him. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all. But he was too busy burning them. I don't think she ever saw anything.”

DOCTOR: Now, do you see this mad woman sitting in this chair? Her name isn't Doctor Who. My name is Doctor Who.

NARDOLE: It's not, is it?

DOCTOR: I like it.