PERI: I thought he was dead.

MASTER: As you observe, I’m very much alive. Your erstwhile mentor, on the other hand, is about to, I believe your modern expression is, snuff the candle.

DOCTOR: Snuff the candle? You always did lack style.

MASTER: Style is hardly the prime characteristic of your new regeneration.

RANI: Oh, do stop squabbling and get on with it.

DOCTOR: Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched by only its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.

Barbara: We've seen things no one else in our time has seen, or will ever see, she said. 'Ancient man; the Aztecs; the French Revolution; Skaro; Marinus. We'll have that time, those memories.'

lan met her eyes for a moment, made his best ironic smile.

Ian: Oh yes, it's had its charms. Who would want to go through the whole of their life and never meet a Dalek?

Orin: He acts all human. But scrape the human bits away and you're left with just another alien.

Sam: Well, yeah. Course, you could scrape the alien bits away instead just as easily.

PEPIN: Thank God that that's all over. Which is me, isn't it? Thank me.

SCRIBE: Well done, your omnipotence. That was word perfect.

PEPIN: Except for that bit with the coin. Damn it, I should have been better prepared...

FROBISHER: Do you mean that was all a ceremony?

DOCTOR: Of course.

SCRIBE: The ritual of the coronation is always followed by the ritual of the assassination attempt. Has been since time immemorial.

CHILDERIC: (smoothly) Mother, good day. What means this armed guard that waits upon your grace?

SEJANUS: My lord Childeric. I must ask you to come no closer. Lady Berengaria is a traitor and her life is forfeit.

BERENGARIA: Childeric, go away. You know perfectly well I'm being taken off to the dungeons for ritual torture and execution. It's annoying, but there it is. And I have no desire to spend the last painful protracted hours of my existence with one of my children, thank you very much.

DOCTOR: Private, do not enter. Oh, pity. Maybe | should tell them that that's ancient Gallifreyan for come on in, Doctor, have a snoop round.

CHARLEY: So, we find Grayle and shoot him.

DOCTOR: We do not shoot him.

CHARLEY: Or catapult him. Or feed him to the lions.

DOCTOR: We find out if he's contacted his alien masters yet, and try to stop whatever he's doing.

CHARLEY: You do always go the pretty way. I'm joking.

DOCTOR: Are you?

CHARLEY: Or we could stone him, or throw him off the wall of the fort.

DOCTOR: Charley.

DOCTOR: Obviously, if I had the choice between travelling through all time and space in total freedom, or walking blindly down a glass tube only stopping once in a while to sample the local cuisine and have neck nibbled, I'd choose the former.

CHARLEY: Well, quite.

NARVIN: Be careful! You’ll break it!

ROMANA: I’ll break you in a minute.

LEELA: I wish I had databanks.

K9: Mistress?

LEELA: With a flick of a switch I could turn myself off. Become unaware of all that has happened. To me, to Romana... to Andred...

K9: The Doctor once passed comment that time heals, mistress.

LEELA: The Doctor is not here. He has gone forever, and he was not always right.

(Indistinct eerie voice)

K9: (Processing noise) Indeed, mistress, but comparing the times he was correct against the

times he was incorrect, on balance–

LEELA: Quiet, K9.

K9: Bu- But–

ROMANA: One day, K9, remind me to listen to you when you interrupt me.

K9: Affirmative, mistress.

ROMANA: Six moons influencing the tides. Two of them orbit in a retrograde motion to the other four.

LEELA: Retrograde...?

ROMANA: Well, they move in the opposite direction.

LEELA: They circle all around, like enemies eyeing each other.

ROMANA: (Chuckles) You could say that.

LEELA: My heart, then, has sympathies with the sea. Roused, and calm, and stirred up by these different bodies whirling around me, distant and removed, locked in wary conflict, but never touching. I can only look on, tugged about by their movements.

ROMANA: You have a poetic wisdom, Leela. (Chuckles) I think I would describe the political machinations of the Capitol in rather coarser language.

ACE: Whatever you’re up to, it’s over. You might as well give up now because we’re going to stop you.

WHITE: You. Are. Gorgeous. Never change.

EPZO: Listen to me. Nobody is jettisoning anything. This is the Cerebos, all right? She's the envy of millions.

DOCTOR: Really?

EPZO: Yes, people have written songs about her.

DOCTOR: They'll be writing operas about our pointless deaths if we don't take drastic action right now.

DOCTOR: Do you two know what that is?

EPZO: It's a tent.

DOCTOR: Want to borrow my shades?

GRAHAM: Oh, ta.

DOCTOR: Like an old pair of mine. I say mine. Can't remember who I borrowed them off now. It was either Audrey Hepburn or Pythagoras.

GRAHAM: Eh? Pythagoras never wore shades.

DOCTOR: You obviously never saw him with a hangover.

DOCTOR: Ooo, fun fact, if you weave dragline spider silk as thick as a pencil, it’s strong enough to stop a plane in flight.

GRAHAM: You’re kidding.

DOCTOR: I’m not. I’ve had to deal with it. Well, me and Amelia Earhart. You’d like her, she’s a right laugh.

The hatch in the cell door banged shut, and the click of the Perfects' footsteps receded along the corridor.

'Seventeen minutes,' announced the Doctor. 'Between landing and being arrested. A new record.’ She grinned.

GRAHAM: Hey, Doc. Do you think it’s safe?

DOCTOR: I doubt it. It’s a juddering dimensional portal in a mirror in a Norwegian bedroom.

YASMIN: For all we know, he took Erik. And now you want us to follow that nutter into the dark?

DOCTOR: No, I want you to follow this nutter into the dark.

ANDINIO: I don’t have to answer all these questions.

DOCTOR: That’s what my teachers used to say. Usually just as they quit teaching.

DOCTOR: Tim Shaw. How long’s it been?

TZIM-SHA: Three thousand four hundred and seven years.

DOCTOR: I bet the seven really dragged.