DUNBAR: Since you seem to have it all sewn up, Doctor, perhaps you can tell us where the pod is now?

DOCTOR: I'll make a guess. Right here, in this country. Action! Action, that's what we need. If we don't find that pod before it germinates, it'll be the end of everything. Everything, you understand? Even your pension!

RUTAN: The glorious Rutan army is making a series of strategic withdrawals to selected strong points.

DOCTOR: Rutan, that's the empty rhetoric of a defeated dictator, and I don't like your face, either.

EVELYN: Oh no. You are going to sing.

DOCTOR: Well, yes, I am.

DOCTOR: Love from Gallifrey boys!

(Armitage enters.)

QUILL: Leave us! We are decorating.

(Armitage leaves.)

CORAKINUS: We are here for the Cabinet.

DOCTOR: Oh, the Cabinet! Oh, that's easy. There's this painfully strange shop here called IKEA.

(Miss Quill reading The Hunger Games)

MISS QUILL: Did this really happen?

MISS QUILL: That's the size of a kitten.

BALLON: Are kittens dangerous?

MISS QUILL: Only if you insult their worshippers online.

DEAN: Halloween's next month, mate. (throws salad at him) Eat my salad, Halloween!

NINTH DOCTOR: "It's like when you leave off a good book and forget all about it until you pick it up again and there it is again, exactly where you folded down the page."

TENTH DOCTOR: "You fold down the page?" the Tenth Doctor gasped.

NINTH DOCTOR: "Yeah, I'm a monster, declare war on me"

DOOM: Are you serious? I swore an allegiance.

DOCTOR: To whom? The Revenant? Coldstream? Oberon?

(The Doctor uses his sonic as a magnifier, spots a set of dice.)

DOCTOR: Ah ha. Did you get your name from Dungeons and Dragons?

ROGUE: Roll for Insight.