EARL: Blissful, isn't it, Doctor? Silence.

DOCTOR: Ah, not quite. I can hear the sound of empires toppling.

POLICEMAN: Sir, ma'am, go back to your vehicle.

GRACE: What? Stop! He's er, he's British.

DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I am. Jelly baby, officer?

POLICEMAN: Jelly baby?

GRACE: Just take it.

(The policeman takes a sweet and sniffs it while the Doctor makes lip-smacking noises. When he bites into it, the Doctor takes his gun and points it at his own chest.)

DOCTOR: Now, would you stand aside before I shoot myself.

SENTIA: I really want to see Omega's universe. We have such plans...

DOCTOR: I'm sure you do. But you can find happiness in this one, you know. It's not a bad old cosmos. Flowers, cups of tea, trees, mugs of tea, sunsets, pots of tea... as you can see, I don't expect too much from this universe...

DOCTOR: I didn't expect to care for you as much as I did. That was my mistake.

When it came to it, with the Web of Time hanging in the balance, having to make

a choice between you and the universe, I'd say hang the Web of Time, you're

more important. Let the universe rot. Charley, you're worth more than all that. I

sacrificed myself for you, to save your life. And I did it gladly. I thought I'd never

see you again. That it wouldn't matter so long as I knew you were safe.

CHARLEY: I don't understand. You're saying you did care for me, after all. That

you loved me.

DOCTOR: Of course I loved you! I killed myself for you, didn't I? Of course I

loved you. Of course I love you.

“No shop. I like the little shop.”

TENTH DOCTOR: You know, I love being you. Back when I first started at the very beginning, I was always trying to be old and grumpy and important, like you do when you're young. And then I was you, and it was all dashing about and playing cricket and my voice going all squeaky when I shouted. I still do that, the voice thing. I got that from you. Oh, and the trainers, and -

(He puts his spectacles on.)

TENTH DOCTOR: Snap. Because you know what, Doctor? You were my Doctor.

FIFTH DOCTOR: To days to come.

TENTH DOCTOR: All my love to long ago.

DONNA: I can't understand you. How many words? One. One word. Shake. Milk shake. Milk? Milk? No, not milk? Shake, shake, shake. Cocktail shaker. What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?

DOCTOR: Harvey Wallbanger?

DONNA: Well, I don't know.

DOCTOR: How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?

“Saturday. Good. Good, I like Saturdays.”

DOCTOR: How’s it going? Darling.

DONNA: Not so bad, chipmunk.

DOCTOR: Pumpkin.

HELEN: Would you like a coffee?

DOCTOR: No, thank you. I don't need stimulants.

HELEN: Tea?

DOCTOR: Oh, yeah, please.

ANN: Is that why you never told her? Because she lied to you? Because deep down in some strange way you think of Anya Kingdom as the person who killed your friend Ann Kelso?

DOCTOR: If you can see into my mind and memories, Lost, then you already know the answer.

ANN: Oh, I see even more than you think. I see your pain and rage and the loss. Oh, so much loss. Sara, Katarina, Oliver Harper, Adric, and all those who’ve come since. Lucy Miller, Rose Tyler…

DOCTOR: Don’t say another word!

ANN: Donna Noble. Gallifrey itself. Would you abandon the call you sacrificed them for by throwing your life away now for one deceptive, violent woman?

DOCTOR: Anya Kingdom is my friend.

ANN: Oh? Are you sure?

ANYA: But… what if…

DOCTOR: Ah, you can’t torture yourself with the what-ifs. They’ll eat you from the inside out if you let them.

ANYA: The what-ifs. Yes, I’ve been woken up by those in the night more than once. Sound like you have too.

DOCTOR: Oh yeah.

ANYA: Have you lost people you’ve travelled with before?

DOCTOR: I don’t like to talk about it.

TENTH DOCTOR: Right, here’s the pipe. I’ll go first. Estra, after me, then Padilla. Curly, you bring down the rear.

SIXTH DOCTOR: Curly?

TENTH DOCTOR: It feels daft calling you Doctor.

SIXTH DOCTOR: Well, I am the Doctor.

TENTH DOCTOR: You can give me a nickname if you want.

SIXTH DOCTOR: I don’t.

TENTH DOCTOR: Someone called me pretty boy once.

SIXTH DOCTOR: What? I am not calling you that. I’d rather hoped for a… for a dignified old age.