DOCTOR: I'm born. I die. I'm born!

SCOOT: Polish Polish

TEGAN: If you're trying to fob us off with shopping, it's working.

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.)

STEVEN: I suppose everyone thinks of the war they were in as the war.

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.’

QUEEN: And what are you? So clever, stealing onto my ship, taking what I claimed as mine. But where has it got you? No weapons. No armour. No escape. Just the desperate hope you might change my mind.

DOCTOR: No, we're way past that. I gave you your chance.

QUEEN: A chance to be like you?

DOCTOR: A chance to evolve, but you were too stupid to take it. When you die, there'll be nothing left behind. Just a trail of blood and other people's brilliance. No one will even know you existed.

KANE: You can't build an ionic membrane from scratch.

DOCTOR: If I had crayons and half a can of Spam, I could build you from scratch.

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: 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: 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: 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.

DOCTOR: Nice balcony. Lovely view. I thought I'd follow you out here, to try and explain.

GUILANA: I think you've done enough.

DOCTOR: No. I've never done enough. It's what you don't understand, what none of you will ever understand. Making your life better wasn't just to manipulate you, but because it was the one thing I can still do. I'd had a bad day, a really bad day. I'd lost a planet and a friend, and it was child's play. Nothing really. And it meant the world to me, because I made you happier. That's all I can do. Do you know what it's like in my head? It's full of the screams of dead friends. Of the guilt, my god, the guilt of every single person I've not saved. Their pictures hung on a wall. Corridor after corridor and on until the crack of doom. My every thought is of them, and how I'll never let it happen again. I can never let on about it, never, because if I do... if I let my guard down for a moment people will see through me, and that won't do. They want to see me as the arrogant bumbler, the annoying genius who'll fix everything. They don't want to know, they don't care, that inside I'm screaming too. I'm so lonely because I've never told anyone how I truly feel. There's no one left to understand. That's loneliness. I'm sick of it all, all the tiny betrayals I've had to make to try and keep this place going, and the millions of lives lost if I have a bad day, just one bad day. Think about that. Everyone has bad days, everyone, but mine are armageddons! Imagine that pressure- no, no you can't. You come at me with your direct gaze and your open questions and your sympathetic tone, you're trying, bless you, but you're a mosquito scratching at a continent. And if that sounds arrogant, then I'm sorry. I spend every sentence trying not to be, but I've a thousand years of dead friends and mistakes in this head, and that's a lot. I can't keep the lid on. Not anymore. That's why I came to see you, because I hoped against hope that you'd see through all my little evasions and games. Because I didn't want you to see the truth... and yet I wanted you to see it so much. The whole of existence hates me and I've not a friend in the universe. That's me. I tried to make your life better, I gave you a family because it seemed like a nice gesture. Like bringing you carrot sticks or cake or crips or whatever your favourite is today, I've lost track, forgive me. It was just a pleasantry, and I can't even get that right.

GUILANA: Stop. A pleasantry?!

DOCTOR: Perhaps the wrong word, forgive me. I don't know anymore. I don't know and I don't care. I feel so small right now, small and scared of what's around the corner. I meddled in your life, and I'm truly sorry. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to do a little good.

GUILANA: Well, you didn't.

DOCTOR: Can you fix it? Can you fix me? Please.

GUILANA: No.

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.

TURLOUGH: I tried to get back to the TARDIS, and I used that TARDIS tracker you gave me.

DOCTOR: Yes, yes –

TURLOUGH: And it pointed in three directions at once. I assumed it was just faulty.

DOCTOR: I built it myself.

TURLOUGH: Exactly

(in response to Cardinal Ollistra)

DOCTOR: [You will find me] at the heart of the battle, where the blood of the innocents flows... And only the monstrous survive.

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.