DOCTOR: A tale of a woman who knows she’s going to die. But still ventures into the labyrinth, still seeks her greatest adventure. I remember all that time ago, you changed your mind to join us after listening to that piece. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I just wanted to say I am here for you. Whatever bad news may have come your way.

KESSICA: Most considerate, Doctor. You’ll make an old woman cry.

DOCTOR: Then cry. And I’ll cry with you.

ALISTAIR DONOVAN: Say something else.

WAR DOCTOR: There's nothing I can say.

ALISTAIR DONOVAN: Do something then!

WAR DOCTOR: Nothing to be done.

ALISTAIR DONOVAN: You're the Doctor!

WAR DOCTOR: No. I'm just what's left.

ANNALORE: Heroes don't need villains in order to be heroes.

DOCTOR: He'd have loved you.

ANNALORE: Who?

DOCTOR: The Doctor. An aggressor turned ally? An invasion foiled, all due to reason and debate. Not a single shot fired! No one dead! No one even injured! Congratulations. He's be proud of every single one of you.

ANNALORE: Thank you.

DOCTOR: Pity he's dead.

MARCO POLO: From the journals of Marco Polo, explorer. My life is really so strange. I feel as if I have arrived at this age magically, having skipped many intervening years. Could I have skimmed over the pages of the years, like my finger skims over the maps and charts of the deserts and seas? ...I feel as if I have missing episodes.

MARCO POLO: I saw again the years and years we spent on the road, in the trackless wastes, in the forests and jungles, in the shining deserts. Always heading on, and on. Always knowing we had to keep moving, and never looking back. Like we thought we’d never run out of world. And like we’d never run out of years.

DOCTOR: Stories are the lifeblood of civilisation.

DALEK: ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY? GOOD. THEN I’LL BEGIN. ONCE UPON A TIME...

DOCTOR: (stepping out of TARDIS, exhales blissfully) Ah, yes, that's more like it. Hath not old custom made this life more sweet than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods more free from peril than the envious court?

CONSTANCE: As You Like It.

DOCTOR: And it is as I like it: tranquil, solitary, quiet. Just the wind in the trees and our breath on the air.

LUX: I'm a two-dimensional character, you can't expect a backstory!

SCOOT: Polish Polish

CHRIS: The overrides are biometrically linked to me.

DOCTOR: So I’d need a sample of your DNA to trip the lock. Right! You know what you need to do.

CHRIS: Oh, all right, fine. I’ll kiss you.

(Mwah! Chris kisses the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: Oh. No, I just meant a follicle of your hair.

CHRIS: Oh. Really?

DOCTOR: But don’t worry about it.

CHRIS: Oh, I’m so embarrassed.

DOCTOR: There should be enough on my lips, um—oh, actually I probably need a bit extra. Hang on.

(Mmmmwah! The Doctor kisses Chris back.)

The prophecies of old foretold a war across the stars.

The cosmos torn asunder. Every planet left with scars.

From Skaro to Kasterborous, and Villengard as well —

Some know it as the Time War, but the Time Lords call it Hell.

The seven deaths of Davros, and the slaughter of Skull Moon.

The Neverwhen, the Never-weres, the Never-Gone-Too-Soon.

The war raged on for eons, and it’s only just begun,

Fragmenting space and causing time itself to be undone.

Until a man is born upon the barren sands of Karn,

Until that man confronts himself twice over, in a barn.

Until the Daleks breach the second city, and it falls.

Until that man engraves the words “No More” into the walls.

I am that man, and I will take this Moment to avow:

If once there was a Doctor, there is not a Doctor now.

DOCTOR: Ugh! Do you see? This is why nobody likes you! You have to be mysterious all the time. That's why everyone leaves you. That is why you are always alone.

DOCTOR: I mean, basically the code came from nowhere, but then so did the universe, and no-one complains about that.

DOCTOR: Do you know how lonely you are? You live in a great, big, giant spaceship and there aren't any chairs! And you haven't even noticed because nobody ever comes round!

PARS: That’s what Time Lords have always done, Bevvakk. Build a great many doors. Then lock them all, and hidden the keys.

They always found one another, didn't they? Romana, and Narvin, and Leela; always together in some combination. An enclave of familiarity against the vastness of time.

TEGAN: This is you all over Doctor, you're always thinking about the adventure, you never stop to look after the people you're supposed to care about!

DOCTOR: That's not fair.

NYSSA: The Doctor was trying to protect you Tegan.

TEGAN: Only as far as it suited his own interests.

DOCTOR: We’re not lost, Charley. Think of it more as we’ve “gone on holiday by mistake”.

CHARLEY: Doctor, that’s life with you all over!

DOCTOR: What can I say? I’m the original accidental tourist.

EMILY BARNFATHER: Who are you Doctor?

DOCTOR: I am me.

DOCTOR: We've gone on holiday by mistake!

RUATH: I'm so glad you remember me Doctor.

DOCTOR: Ruath! How could I possibly forget you?

RUATH: 700 years is an awfully long time. I see you're on your fifth body already, very careless of you.

DOCTOR: The universe is rather more dangerous than Gallifrey.

DOCTOR: You know Tegan, sometimes I wonder how well I'd get along without you.

TEGAN: Thank you.

DOCTOR: Probably quite alright, all things considered. Now, a fresh cup of tea would be terribly useful.

TEGAN: Yeah? Well, you know where the kitchen is.