DOCTOR: Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once, everybody lives!

DOCTOR: I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.

DOCTOR: Yes, well I'll tell you something that should be of vital interest to you, Professor.

GOLD: Well, what?

DOCTOR: That you, sir, are a nitwit!

ZOE: How do you know the next section to this one is an opposite pole?

DOCTOR: Well I don't, Zoe.

ZOE: Well, if it's similar, your idea won't work, will it? We'll just shoot off in the opposite direction.

DOCTOR: Zoe, don't be such a pessimist.

JAMIE: It's not an audio lock, is it?

DOCTOR: No, Jamie, it isn't.

JAMIE: Ah, that's a relief.

DOCTOR: Jamie, I think you don't appreciate all I do for you.

DOCTOR: Oh, my giddy aunt.

JAMIE: Doctor, come on, will ye? The whole place is going to blow up.

DOCTOR: Oh, it's quite all right, Jamie. The planet is quite safe. There's just going to be a localised volcanic eruption. It'll only affect the island.

JAMIE: Maybe so, but we happen to be on the island.

DOCTOR: Oh, my word!

DOCTOR: You look very nice in that dress, Victoria.

VICTORIA: Thank you. Don't you think it's a bit--

DOCTOR: A bit short? Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. Look at Jamie's.

DOCTOR: Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing. There’s nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.

DOCTOR: You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the arts, the gentle art of fisticuffs.