JOY: She died on Christmas Day. On Christmas Day! I said goodbye on an iPad! Because of the rules! She died alone! And those awful people and their wine fridges, and their dancing, and their parties, and I listened to them, and I let my mother die alone! So I can never be home on Christmas Day, and I can never be with anyone on Christmas Day because I let her down. I let her down on the last day of her life, on Christmas Day. I can’t ever change that. I can’t ever change it.

DOCTOR: I mean, basically the code came from nowhere, but then so did the universe, and no-one complains about that.

DOCTOR: Do you know how lonely you are? You live in a great, big, giant spaceship and there aren't any chairs! And you haven't even noticed because nobody ever comes round!

DOCTOR: Amazing thing, history. People always assume it's a straight line because they're in the middle of it. Viewed from outside it's more like a Möbius strip.

DOCTOR: None of us know for sure what's out there. That's why we keep looking. Keep your faith. Travel hopefully. The universe'll surprise you... constantly.

RYAN: Did you hear the noises in the valley during the night?

PREM: The violence is getting closer.

RYAN: Who’s doing this stuff?

PREM: Ordinary people who’ve lived here all their lives, whipped into a frenzy to be part of a mob. Nothing worse than when normal people lose their minds. We’ve lived together for decades, Hindu, Muslim and Sikh, and now we’re being told our differences are more important than what unites us. Like we learned nothing in the war. I don’t know how we protect people, when hatred’s coming from all sides.

GRAHAM: Well, all we can strive to be is good men. And you, Prem, are a good man.

(Graham hugs Prem.)

DOCTOR: Love, in all its forms, is the most powerful weapon we have. Because love is a form of hope. And like hope, love abides. In the face of everything.

DOCTOR: You have to use your imagination. Imagine the solution and work to make it a reality. Whole worlds pivot on acts of imagination.

DOCTOR: Sorry, I don't know who you are.

ROBERTSON: Oh, really? Cos you must be the only person on the planet that doesn't.

DOCTOR: Are you Ed Sheeran? Is he Ed Sheeran? Everyone talks about Ed Sheeran round about now, don't they?

ROBERTSON: I am not Ed Sheeran. I am Jack Robertson and this is my hotel. Just one hotel in an incredibly successful chain of hotels, which is just one small part of my business portfolio, as featured in Fortune Global 500. Does that ring a bell?

DOCTOR: Should I look impressed right now? Is that impressive?

GRAHAM: He's running for President in 2020.

DOCTOR: Ed Sheeran?

GRAHAM: Pack it in! You ain’t Banksy!

DOCTOR: …Or am I?

DOCTOR: Bit of adrenaline, dash of outrage, and a hint of panic knitted my brain back together. I know exactly who I am. I'm the Doctor. Sorting out fair play throughout the universe. Now please, get off this planet while you still have a choice.

DOCTOR: There's this moment where you're sure you're about to die and then you're born. It's terrifying. Right now I'm a stranger to myself. There's echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts. Shape myself towards them. I'll be fine. In the end. Hopefully. Well, I have to be, because you guys need help and if there's one thing I'm certain of, when people need help, I never refuse. Right? This is going to be fun.

DOCTOR: We’re all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we’ve been and choose who we want to be next. Now’s your chance. How about it?

YASMIN: Have you got family?

DOCTOR: No. Lost them a long time ago.

RYAN: How do you cope with that?

DOCTOR: I carry them with me. What they would've thought and said and done. I make them a part of who I am. So even though they're gone from the world, they're never gone from me.

DOCTOR: Oh, there it is. Silly old universe. The more I save it, the more it needs saving. It's a treadmill.

(TARDIS bleeps)

DOCTOR: Yes, yes I know they'll get it all wrong without me.

(TARDIS bleeps and lights flash)

DOCTOR: Well I suppose... One more lifetime.... Won't kill anyone.

(The Doctor's hands glow with regeneration energy)

DOCTOR: Well, except me.

(Cloister bell rings)

DOCTOR: You wait a moment, Doctor. Let's get it right. I've got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first: Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and never ever eat pears! Remember, hate is always foolish, and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Oh! And, you mustn't tell anyone your name. No one would understand it anyway. Except-

(The Doctor collapses to the floor)

DOCTOR: Except children. Children can hear it. Sometimes, if their hearts are in the right place and the stars are too, children can hear your name.

(The Doctor pulls himself up on the TARDIS console, struggling)

DOCTOR: But nobody else. Nobody else. Ever.

(The Doctor manages to stand)

DOCTOR: Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind. Doctor, I let you go.

(The Doctor regenerates)

TESTIMONY: The doctor has walked in blood through all of time and space. The doctor has many names: The Imp of the Pandorica, the Shadow of the Valeyard, the Beast of Trenzalore, the Butcher of Skull Moon, the Last Tree of Garsennon, the Destroyer of Skaro. He is the Doctor of War.

DOCTOR: Never be cruel. Never be cowardly. Hate is always foolish. Love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind.

FIRST DOCTOR: There is good and there is evil. I left Gallifrey to answer a question of my own. By any analysis, evil should always win. Good is not a practical survival strategy - it requires loyalty, self-sacrifice and love. And so, why does good prevail? What keeps the balance between good and evil in this appalling universe? Is there some kind of logic? Some mysterious force?

BILL: Perhaps it's just... a bloke.

FIRST DOCTOR: A... bloke?

BILL: Yeah! Perhaps it's just some bloke, wandering around, putting everything right when it goes wrong.

FIRST DOCTOR: Well, that would be a nice story, wouldn't it?

BILL: That would be the best.

DOCTOR: I've seen worlds destroyed, civilisations choked in their cradles, whole races fleeing in terror. I've seen centuries of art, of science, wiped out in an instant. I just saw a beautiful rainforest burn along with every creature in it. I didn't even know the planet's name! If you're prepared to accept that much collateral damage to the rest of the universe, then what exactly are you fighting for? I'll protect those with no choice in the matter, no voice.

MISSY: Exciting, isn't it? Watching the Cybermen getting started.

DOCTOR: They always get started. They happen everywhere there's people. Mondas, Telos, Earth, Planet 14, Marinus. Like sewage and smartphones and Donald Trump, some things are just inevitable.

MASTER: Missy? Seriously, why?

MISSY: Oh, because he's right. Because it's time to stand with him. It's where we've always been going, and it's happening now, today. It's time to stand with the Doctor.

MASTER: No. Never. Missy! I will never stand with the Doctor!

MISSY: Yes, my dear, you will.

DOCTOR: Winning? Is that what you think it's about? I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because, because I want to blame someone. It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there's no point in any of this at all, but it's the best I can do, so I'm going to do it. And I will stand here doing it till it kills me. You're going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?

(Cyberman stomp and explode. The Doctor leaps amongst them, causing detonations with his sonic screwdriver.)

DOCTOR: Telos! Sealed you into your ice tombs! Voga! Canary Wharf! Planet 14! Every single time, you lose. Even on the Moon.

(He gets zapped in the back by an early-style Cyberman.)

DOCTOR: Ah! Hello. I’m the Doctor.

CYBERMAN: Doctors are not required.

(It aims its helmet weapon directly at his chest.)

DOCTOR: Argh! No, no. I’m not a doctor. I am the Doctor. The original, you might say.

(It blasts him again. He falls to his knees. The regeneration energy builds in his hand.)

DOCTOR: Doctor. Doctor, let it go. Time enough.

(He raises the sonic screwdriver and detonates a massive explosion. He lies amidst fires, watched by a weeping brown eye.)

DOCTOR: Pity. No stars. I hoped there’d be stars.

MISSY: Hello. I'm Doctor Who. And these are my plucky assistants, Thing One and the Other One.