VORG: Our purpose is to amuse, simply to amuse. Nothing serious, nothing political.

DOCTOR: Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they've crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts, and now here they are amongst the stars, waiting to begin a new life, ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable. Indomitable!

HUTCHINSON: Stop it? Are you mad? You speak treason.

(Hutchinson levels a pistol at the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: Fluently! Stop the games.

DOCTOR: Exotic alien swords are easy to come by. Aces are rare.

DOCTOR: All over the world, fools are poised ready to let death fly. Machines of death, Morgaine. A screaming from above, of light brighter than the sun. Not a war between armies nor a war between nations, but just death, death gone mad. A child looks up in the sky, his eyes turn to cinders. No more tears, only ashes. Is this honour? Is this war? Are these the weapons you would use? Tell me!

MORGAINE: No.

DOCTOR: Then put a stop to it, Morgaine. End the madness.

DOCTOR: Love and hate. Frightening feelings, especially when they're trapped struggling beneath the surface.

DOCTOR: It doesn’t matter to whom the cruelty is directed, the cruelty itself is wrong.

FROBISHER: Do you know who l am? I'm God, that’s who!

EMPEROR: What are you, coward or killer?

DOCTOR: Coward. Any day.

MASTER: If you're of a nervous disposition, please listen more carefully now, as this may give you a heart attack.