DOCTOR: Health and safety. Gin and tonic division.

FLOOD: Busy man, sweetheart. You and your box of tricks. You look like you've lost a pound and found a sixpence. What's wrong?

DOCTOR: Just wondering. Maybe I'm the bad luck.

DOCTOR: I'd better go. Merry Christmas.

FLOOD: Who are you, anyway?

DOCTOR: No one. Just passing by.

FLOOD: Well, you take care.

DOCTOR: I'm adopted.

RUBY: Are you?

DOCTOR: Yeah, yeah. I, er... I only found out recently.

DOCTOR: It's not magic. It's a language. It's a different form of physics.

RUBY: Yes. Like magic.

DOCTOR: You have got the biggest family in the world.

RUBY: I have. What about you?

DOCTOR: Er, I've got no one.

CHERRY: We three queens of the sky up here in the attic.

CHERRY: I've given up on that cuppa and opted for a life of abstinence.

JANIS GOBLIN: We've got a baby, we can feast. We can dine three days at least. Baby blood and baby bones. Baby butter for the baby scones.

RUBY: Wait, how did you do that?

DOCTOR: I spent a long, hot summer with Harry Houdini.

DOCTOR: Oh! Pssh! They are not time travellers. Excuse me. Time travellers are great. Like the best. Like, wow. This lot just bimble.

DOCTOR: This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. Cos what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

DOCTOR: What the hell are you doing?!

RUBY: I'm... just... There's...

DOCTOR: But what did you do that for? Who sees a ladder and just pops on? A ladder in the sky and you thought, "Yeah, I'll give that a go, babes"?

RUBY: They've got the baby!

DOCTOR: Okay. Name - the Doctor. Occupation - not a doctor. Current status - just passing by. Employer - myself. Address - that blue box over there. Now, if you don't mind, I just got snowmanned, and I would like to go home.

FLOOD: Oh, Merry Christmas, Abdul. Stop making such a fuss. Never seen a TARDIS before?