DOCTOR: There it is.

SHAYA: What?

DOCTOR: Ha. It’s behind you.

ALISS: I know.

DOCTOR: No. No, I’m talking to the thing behind you. And behind that. Ha, ha!

BELINDA: What did you see?

DOCTOR: The way out!

DOCTOR: What the hell are you doing?!

RUBY: I'm... just... There's...

DOCTOR: But what did you do that for? Who sees a ladder and just pops on? A ladder in the sky and you thought, "Yeah, I'll give that a go, babes"?

RUBY: They've got the baby!

JERICHO: YOU ARE OBSERVED! And that is my power over you!

MRS. RHODES: Some days should be allowed to stay lovely, I think.

RIVER: When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!

DOCTOR: I'm not running away. But this is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them before they flare and fade forever. And it's all right. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while.

(The piano playing and the conversations stop dead when our trio walk in. The Doctor goes to the bar.)

DOCTOR: Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in.

(Brian produces a trowel and starts digging in the sand.)

RORY: Did you just have that on you?

BRIAN: Of course. What sort of man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list.

RORY: Dad, I'm thirty one. I don't have a Christmas list any more.

DOCTOR: I do!

DOCTOR: It’s your choice.

RORY: This isn’t fair. You’re turning me into you.

DORIUM: Oh, dear God. That’s the attack prayer!

DOCTOR: Amy, this is, well, she’s my TARDIS. Except she’s a woman. She’s a woman, and she’s my TARDIS.

AMY: She’s the TARDIS?

DOCTOR: And she’s a woman. She’s a woman and she’s the TARDIS.

AMY: Did you wish really hard?

WYCKHAM: Right now the glorious German fleet is preparing to depart harbours all along the Dutch and Belgian coast.

KOENIG: And your so-called British Intelligence will not suspect until it is far too late.

GEORGE: We know. Clyde and me.

WYCKHAM: And what can two schoolboys do?

CLYDE: You’d be surprised. I’ve taken on bigger loonies than you lot. I’ve fought hideous bug eyed monsters, and I’ve defeated them all with this.

(He holds out his mobile phone, playing "Pass Out" by Tinie Tempah.)

RANI: What if he's not there at all? What if it's just the two of us left in the whole wide world?

CLYDE: Like Adam and Eve.

RANI: Yeah. No! There's got to be someone else. There's got to be.

AMY: One little girl crying. So?

DOCTOR: Crying silently. I mean, children cry because they want attention, because they're hurt or afraid. But when they cry silently, it's because they just can't stop. Any parent knows that.

AMY: Are you a parent?

DOCTOR: Hundreds of parents walking past who spot her and not one of them's asking her what's wrong, which means they already know, and it's something they don't talk about. Secrets. They're not helping her, so it's something they're afraid of. Shadows, whatever they're afraid of, it's nowhere to be seen, which means it's everywhere. Police state.

DOCTOR: ...in doing so, you make it happen. Anything I do just makes it happen.

GWEN: There's one thing I always meant to ask Jack. Back in the old days, I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world. Except sometimes he doesn't. All those times in history when there was no sign of him, I wanted to know why not. But I don't need to ask any more. I know the answer now. Sometimes the Doctor must look at this planet and turn away in shame.

(Clyde projects a hologram of himself.)

HOLO-CLYDE: Hey, hey, Maria! This friend of Sarah Jane’s given her this holographic postcard whatsit thing, so

HOLO-LUKE: Hi, Maria. We miss you.

HOLO-CLYDE: Soft boy. We don’t miss you. We’ve moved on. You’re gone and forgotten. Maria Who, I say.

RANI: Look, there’s something I’ve got to tell you. Something about me you ought to know.

CLYDE: You’re from another planet. I already guessed.

LUKE: Actually, Clyde, it’s worse than that.

(Mister Chandra gets out of his car.)

CLYDE: Oh, no. Rani, please tell me there’s a good reason why our new head just pulled up outside your house that doesn’t involve the word dad.

RANI: Honestly, he’s all right, really. It’s just his job.

CLYDE: Yeah, that’s what they said about Doctor Frankenstein.

CLYDE [on phone]: This is Clyde. If you want me, and I don’t blame you, leave me your number, especially if you’re cute.