HOK NEPO: I knew I should have listened to my agent! He told me, "Never work with animals, children, or people pretending to be robots!"

KROTON: Why do they do it? What are these things called freedom and emotion? If I could only understand them, I might be able to stop them attacking us...

DOCTOR: I saw the Fall of Troy! World War Five! I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party, and now I'm gonna die in a dungeon... in Cardiff!

GWEN: But hold on, if no one can see it when the lift's coming up, there's a bloody big hole in the floor. Don't people fall in?

JACK: That is so Welsh.

GWEN: What is?

JACK: I show you something fantastic; you find fault.

JACK: And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto cleans up after us, and gets us everywhere on time.

IANTO: I try my best.

JACK: And he looks good in a suit.

IANTO: Careful, that's harassment, sir.

JACK: Alright, usual formation.

GWEN: What's the usual formation?

OWEN: Varies.

GWEN: How can the usual formation vary?

GWEN: So what's this supposed to do?

JACK: I'm using satellite tracking data to determine the inward trajectory of the meteorite.

TOSH: He means he's trying to find out where it's come from.

JACK: Hey! Sometimes a little technobabble is good for the soul!

JACK: This kid, Bernie. Where does he live?

TOSH: Splott.

OWEN: Splott?!

IANTO: I believe estate agents pronounce it "Sploe".

IANTO: I blame it on magic mushrooms.

JACK: What you do in private is none of our business.

OWEN: I hate the countryside. It's dirty, it's unhygienic, and what is that smell?

GWEN: That would be grass.

OWEN: It's disgusting.

LUKE: Hello, Maria. Hello, screaming girl.

MRS. WORMWOOD: In the language of your young ones, bring it on.

SARAH JANE: I saw amazing things, out there in space. But there's strangeness to be found wherever you turn. Life on Earth can be an adventure, too. You just need to know where to look.

KORWIN: Burn with me.

ALICE: (crying) Sorry. I'm sorry. I thought I was... It's, it's just...

All this. All of this here.

It's wonderful. It's from space.

And I, and I just look at it all, and... And all I want...

I want her to see it. That's all. I want mum to be here.

She'd love it.

DOCTOR: Life moves forward. No matter how much it hurts. It has to.

ARC: ...Want...

DOCTOR: You know what, ARC?

Right now I don't care what you want.

The Amstrons aren't robots. Neither are the J'arrodic. They're living beings who are dying. All around us.

And I've had enough of dying. I am sick of dying. I am sick of war.

ADA: Daughter. Listen to me now.

Listen. And if you forget everything else I ever say to you... never forget this.

I know sometimes it's hard. Sometimes it's painful. There are times you'll want to to do anything else.

But if something is wrong - if you know something is wrong - you must always speak out.

Always.

No matter what.

DOCTOR: I told you, we are not going to that Planet of the Boys! There is no Planet of the Boys!

DONNA: There's a million, trillion planets out there, somewhere there is a Planet of the Boys, just dancing about in their pants. Stands to reason!

DOCTOR: Well, I'm not sure they worship wenches.

DONNA: They will when they see me in this!

NEW DOCTOR: Oh, brilliant!

YASMIN: You don’t know your own name?

DOCTOR: Course I know it. I just can’t remember it. It’s right there, on the tip of my… What’s that?

RYAN: Tongue?

DOCTOR: Tongue! Smart boy. Biology. What did she call you? Ryan?

RYAN: Yeah. Ryan Sinclair.

DOCTOR: Good name. Are you a doctor, Ryan?

RYAN: No.

DOCTOR: Shame. I’m looking for a doctor.

GRAHAM: Go on, Ryan! You’re doing it, mate!

DOCTOR: Right, then, troops. No, not troops. Team. Gang. Fam? I'm distracting myself.

GRACE: You came crashing through that roof.

DOCTOR: I was thrown out of my TARDIS. Oh! I've lost my TARDIS! It was exploding and then it dematerialized! Don't panic. Not the end of the world. Well, it could be the end of the world, but one thing at a time.

GRAHAM: Are we supposed to understand anything you're saying?

DOCTOR: Don't panic. Not the end of the world. Well, it could be the end of the world, but one thing at a time.