DOCTOR: Hello, welcome to my mind! Sorry for the mess.

DARWIN: I believe in descent through modification!

DOCTOR: Yes, Charles!

DARWIN: I believe in natural selection!

DOCTOR: Yes!

SILURIAN TULOK: It is no good, Doctor. You cannot fight me.

DOCTOR: Lay on, Macdalek!

DOCTOR: It wouldn’t work as well with say, Elvis.

NYSSA: Who’s Elvis?

DOCTOR: I’ll explain later.

TURLOUGH: Could I speak to the Doctor?

LARA: I’m putting you on hold.

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LARA: It’s his accomplice. Can you trace him?

JILL: Oh yeah, I’ve got root access to all the data flow in this city. Keep him talking. And you?

DOCTOR: Yes?

JILL: Do not warn him he’s being traced or you can be sure-

DOCTOR: Ah, yeah, you’ll make things very unpleasant for me. Yes, I understand.

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LARA: Right, Turlough?

TURLOUGH: Yes, I haven’t gone anywhere.

LARA: I’m putting you on speaker now.

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TURLOUGH: Doctor!

DOCTOR: Turlough, hello! They’re trying to trace you!

DOCTOR: I’ve got to do this. Got to end it. Avenge my people. Drax, the Meddling Monk, my old friend Damon from Arc of Infinity. Did Castellan Spandrell die in vain?

KATE: I mean, if thieves invade the Black Archive, it just detonates a nuke. Simple, yet effective.

BERNICE: I bet they’ve loaded my cats on board.

MASTER: In-flight entertainment and catering! Tiny edible hostages!

PARS: That’s what Time Lords have always done, Bevvakk. Build a great many doors. Then lock them all, and hidden the keys.

DOCTOR: A tale of a woman who knows she’s going to die. But still ventures into the labyrinth, still seeks her greatest adventure. I remember all that time ago, you changed your mind to join us after listening to that piece. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but I just wanted to say I am here for you. Whatever bad news may have come your way.

KESSICA: Most considerate, Doctor. You’ll make an old woman cry.

DOCTOR: Then cry. And I’ll cry with you.