CHRIS: The overrides are biometrically linked to me.

DOCTOR: So I’d need a sample of your DNA to trip the lock. Right! You know what you need to do.

CHRIS: Oh, all right, fine. I’ll kiss you.

(Mwah! Chris kisses the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: Oh. No, I just meant a follicle of your hair.

CHRIS: Oh. Really?

DOCTOR: But don’t worry about it.

CHRIS: Oh, I’m so embarrassed.

DOCTOR: There should be enough on my lips, um—oh, actually I probably need a bit extra. Hang on.

(Mmmmwah! The Doctor kisses Chris back.)

The prophecies of old foretold a war across the stars.

The cosmos torn asunder. Every planet left with scars.

From Skaro to Kasterborous, and Villengard as well —

Some know it as the Time War, but the Time Lords call it Hell.

The seven deaths of Davros, and the slaughter of Skull Moon.

The Neverwhen, the Never-weres, the Never-Gone-Too-Soon.

The war raged on for eons, and it’s only just begun,

Fragmenting space and causing time itself to be undone.

Until a man is born upon the barren sands of Karn,

Until that man confronts himself twice over, in a barn.

Until the Daleks breach the second city, and it falls.

Until that man engraves the words “No More” into the walls.

I am that man, and I will take this Moment to avow:

If once there was a Doctor, there is not a Doctor now.

DOCTOR: This world is uninhabited. Nobody lives here and – so far – nobody has ever lived here. There’s wildlife, yes, but nobody that could look up and say, “Look at those five stars over there. They remind me of that weird fish I saw in the river the other day.

RUBY: They don’t look anything like a fish. They look like a slipper.

DOCTOR: That’s something else that hasn’t happened before

RUBY: What?

DOCTOR: People arguing about what’s right in front of them. Next one of us will start a religion worshipping the Great Fish of the Stars and the other will declare themselves a follower of the Celestial Bedsock and, before we know it, the world’ll go to hell in a handbag

DOCTOR: I thought that was non-diegetic.

DOCTOR: But there is one thing that I should warn you about, Ruby, and this is really very serious. With all of my adventures throughout Time and Space, I have to tell you there is always a twist at the end.

DOCTOR: There’s a cruel truth we have to face… People who make history are also claimed by history. This is the price we pay for travelling in time, Ryan. We have to witness the loss.

‘The Saga of the Time Lords,’ Rose repeated, as the play’s title flashed up once again. ‘Isn’t this a bit like watching a home movie for you?’ She looked around. ‘With really high production values?’

‘From what I’ve heard, it’s more like fan fiction,’ the Doctor said. ‘And don’t get me wrong. I love fan fiction. You should read some of mine. But I sincerely doubt anybody here has ever actually met a Time Lord, let alone been to Gallifrey.’

DOCTOR: We want certainty, security, to believe that people are evil or heroic. But that's not how people are. You want to know the secrets of existence? Start with the mysteries of the heart. I can show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don't understand.

DOCTOR: If something happens to Umbreen, your whole timeline could be erased. No Yaz! We can't have a universe with no Yaz!

THIJARIANS: His time is soon.

DOCTOR: How soon? Give him a day. Just give him this day, please.

THIJARIANS: We are not gods. Events sit as they will. We only witness. The fixed force of Time cannot be stopped.

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: 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.

BILL: So, the Time Lords, bit flexible on the whole man-woman thing, then, yeah?

DOCTOR: We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe. We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes.

BILL: But you still call yourselves Time Lords?

DOCTOR: Yeah. Shut up.

GABBY: When the TARDIS “blasts off”, it makes a noise like an elephant and a piano bringing sexy back.

DOCTOR: The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things or make them unimportant.

DOCTOR: You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?

AMELIA: Yes.

DOCTOR: Everything's going to be fine.

AMY: You're worse than my aunt.

DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor. I'm worse than everybody's aunt.

DOCTOR: Hello. I'm the Doctor. Basically, run.

DOCTOR: Breakfast smells appetising, Mrs Wibbsey! How do you feel about running away with me, and seeing all the marvels of the universe?

MRS WIBBSEY: Go and boil your head.

DOCTOR: (in delight) Wonderful woman.

SARAH: So there's three of you?

ROSE: Three Doctors?

JACK: I can't tell you what I'm thinking right now.

DOCTOR: Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once, everybody lives!

CHARLEY: Come on. Take my hand.

DOCTOR: But we can see now. We don’t need to hold on to each other.

CHARLEY: I know. Take my hand anyway.

GILBROOK: My great-grandfather was just a kid, working in the fields when it happened.

BRODLIK: When what happened?

GILBROOK: Fields. Can you imagine that? Huge areas of land where crops would grow. Crops that could feed dozens of people. And my great-granddad. He looked up into the sky. And so he told his son, and so he told my dad. He saw that Koteem ship explode. He saw it… He said it was like paint spilling across a table. It seemed that fast… He said.. He said it was almost beautiful.

DOCTOR: As for making a difference, I don’t think we really influenced anything at all.