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

DOCTOR: Ugh! Do you see? This is why nobody likes you! You have to be mysterious all the time. That's why everyone leaves you. That is why you are always alone.

That was the thing about the TARDIS. It had a drag queen’s sense of timekeeping, always making a big entrance, just a bit late.

Yes, thought Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, maybe I am a Nepo Baby. She’d grown up watching her father save the world. Well, she would have done if he’d ever been around. But he’d been too busy. Saving the world. It had been a strange childhood. Spent waiting for glimpses of him. That tired smile on his face after a long day. Patiently listening to her excited babble about finger painting while he’d been – well, she’d read the files. Gel guards. Axons. Devil Goblins from Neptune.

Once he was down to pick her up from school. Late, of course. She’d been standing alone at the gates, bored as ever, and glancing around to make sure no one saw him roar up in a military jeep. Instead, it had been a yellow clown car driven by a wizard. ‘You should never get in cars with strangers,’ he’d told her as she’d got in. ‘But Alistair’s a bit busy.’ Funny, hearing her father’s name. She pulled the face. She’d spent her whole life being told her father was a bit busy.

They’d roared off down the road, the man next to her smiling and talking and somehow passing her a bag of sweets while holding his hat on his head. ‘Little bit of a problem with giant cockroaches and Didcot power station,’ the man had laughed. ‘Can’t be bothered with that. So I said I’d drop you off at Ballet Class. Which I absolutely can, of course.’ A pause, and a friendly wickedness lit up his features. ‘Or … we could go dancing with Anna Pavlova?’ And that had been the first time Kate Lethbridge-Stewart had met the Doctor. Now she’d inherited the family firm. Holding the world together with duct tape and the most brilliant people she could find. Just in case, this one time, the Doctor didn’t turn up and do what he did best.

Save. The. World.

The first time she’d met the Doctor, she’d told him to stop. He’d stood there, surrounded by fire and the screams of giant spiders, and back then he’d looked like he could go on burning for ever. Now he was a cheap tealight.

DOCTOR: Wait a moment! I’m no killer.

INYIT: Indeed? And yet, what else is there in your life besides killing and death? I see one who preys on life, and one who has brought about the death of worlds, and my own species. It is fitting that you should end me.

TENTH DOCTOR: The Ultimate End? That’s stupid! What else is an end but ultimate? I mean, you can’t have a penultimate end, can you? Why are Daleks always so rubbish at naming things?

EIGHTH DOCTOR: They don’t read enough.

BRIAN: Do the Daleks remember you are their ally?

DOCTOR: Almost certainly.

BRIAN: And how do they treat their allies?

DOCTOR: They normally end up the same as their enemies. Very dead.

DALEK SCIENTIST: Rate of genetic absorption is outside allocation.

DOCTOR: That is Dalek for “oops”.

NINTH DOCTOR: "It's like when you leave off a good book and forget all about it until you pick it up again and there it is again, exactly where you folded down the page."

TENTH DOCTOR: "You fold down the page?" the Tenth Doctor gasped.

NINTH DOCTOR: "Yeah, I'm a monster, declare war on me"

DOCTOR: Mind over matter. Or more accurately, I have a mind and you don’t matter.

I have no idea how long I stood there. An hour perhaps. Or a minute, or a day. Time takes on a different meaning when it is measured in the heartbeats of the billions you are about to destroy.

OHILA: We restored you to life, but it's a temporary measure. You have a little under four minutes.

DOCTOR: Four minutes? That's ages. What if I get bored? I need a television, couple of books, anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.

DOCTOR: Charley, C'Rizz, Lucie, Tamsin, Molly. Friends, companions I've known, I salute you. And Cass, I apologise. Physician, heal thyself.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: Look at you! All savagery and instict, just as I was, once.

LEELA: You?

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: But that was a long time ago. A little temporal tinkering, a few changes to my early life, like having to grow up without a father, and now look at me. Oh, I'm so sorry. Of course, you can't look at me, can you? I wonder how you lost your eyes...?

ANDRED: If you don't need me...

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: Squeamish as ever, Andred.

LEELA: Andred? Is that Andred?

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: I will see you later for some... private interrogation.

BRAX: All for one and one for all!

LEELA: It is just the five of us now, to make of this strange world what we can. To protect and respect and love each other.

ROMANA: Love?

NARVIN: After everything we've been through, it's obvious what we should have done a long time ago.

LEELA: It is our wish to be married.

ROMANA: What, you and narvin?

LEELA: Yes, and to share the rest of our lives in this magical paradise.

K9: This unit has been programmed to perform the ceremony.

ROMANA: How romantic...

BRAX: And, if i had a white charger, Romana, it would be my privilege to carry you off into the sunset.

ROMANA: Braxiatel!?

BRAX: Oh call me Irving, please, sweet lady. You must have suspected.

ROMANA: Well, no! Not really!

BRAX: Could you, somehow find it in your heart to grant me the enormous honour of taking your hand in marriage?

ROMANA: Uh... I'm not sure...

BRAX: Please, say you will.

ROMANA: Um, well, it's all so sudden, so unexpected!

CHARLEY (reading the letter): Dear Doctor, it's been such a long journey for both of us. I never ever wanted it to end, but end it has, we both know that.

DOCTOR: Oh, Charley, no.

CHARLEY (reading the letter): A long time ago now I said you were the oddest man I'd ever met. You are that still. You are the best man I've ever met too. But we've chanced our luck once too often I think, so I'm bailing out. Escape strategy number Five.

DOCTOR: Number Six!

CHARLEY (reading the letter): I'm going to disappear. There's no freedom like being dead. I can go anywhere, be anyone I want. Just like a Timelord really... Don't look for me, please. But remember me. I'll remember you, always. With love, the girl who never was.

CHARLEY: I'm alright. What was that?

DOCTOR: Something very large landing on the houses across the street.

CHARLEY: Yes, but what very large something?

DOCTOR: I shall find out using my super-Time-Lord-powers of "looking out of the window."

NARVIN: So much for non-intervention. Would anyone else care to join this conga over Rassilon's grave?

ROMANA: My back looks like a pin cushion the number of times I've been stabbed in it.

ROMANA: I am fine.

LEELA: When a Time Lord says 'I am fine' it means they are not. Please, Romana, I am your friend. You can tell me what is wrong.

ROMANA: Friend? Thought I didn't have any. I can't afford to have any, especially in wartime.

LEELA: You are wrong. That is when you need them more than ever.

NARVIN: The Coordinator of the CIA does not ally himself with anyone. While the Madame President Romana is officially in office, I am, however, loyal to her.

NARVIN: I'm being set up! Again! It's obvious. Why would I help you if I was the terrorist? I'm being set up, I tell you. Surely even you can see that. You can't let her stab me, K9, it's not legal!

BRAXIATEL: Narvin. How do you do?

NARVIN: What’s this? You’re offering me something?

BRAXIATEL: Only my hand.

ANDRED: It’s a human custom. You say ‘How do you do?’ and clasp hands. A symbol of trust and friendship, apparently.

NARVIN: How uplifting. You’ll forgive me if I do not clasp hands with you, Andred.