DOCTOR: I thought that was non-diegetic.

MISSY: Well, I am that mysterious adventurer in all of time and space, known only as Doctor Who. And these are my disposables, Exposition and Comic Relief.

DOCTOR: Times end, River, because they have to. Because there's no such thing as happy ever after. It's just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.

RIVER: No, Doctor, you're wrong. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time. A little time. But that's not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?

DOCTOR: Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south, and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver, and when they caught the light every morning, it looked like a forest on fire. When the autumn came, the breeze would blow through the branches like a song.

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."

DOCTOR: Hello, I'm the Doctor! I believe you want to kill me.

DOCTOR: I say, what a wonderful butler. He's so violent.

SCARLIONI: Yes, it would. So you stole the bracelet simply because it's pretty?

DOCTOR: Yes. Well, I think it is. Don't you?

SCARLIONI: Yes.

COUNTESS: My dear, I don't think he's as stupid as he seems.

SCARLIONI: My dear, nobody could be as stupid as he seems.

DOCTOR: Oh.

SCARLIONI: This interview is at an end.

BRIGADIER: Yes. You know, just once I'd like to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets.

DOCTOR: That's calmed her down a bit. She's very temperamental when she's roused, isn't she.

JO: You know, I never know whether you're joking or not, I, Ow. Oh, I think I've bruised my tailbone.

DOCTOR: Sorry about your coccyx, Jo, but these little things are sent to try us.

JO: My what?

DOCTOR: Coccyx. Your tailbone.

MASTER [on scanner]: I'm sorry about your coccyx too, Miss Grant. How very sociable of you both to drop in.

DOCTOR: All right, all right, I suppose you want to see my pass? Yes, well, I haven't got one. And I'm not going to tell you my name, either. Now you just tell Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart that I want to see him. Well, don't just stand there arguing with me, man! Get on with it!

HENDERSON: Hello! How are you feeling?

DOCTOR: Shoes.

HENDERSON: I beg your pardon?

DOCTOR: Shoes.

NURSE: They seem to be worrying him, sir. I think he believes they've been stolen.

HENDERSON: Well, if he wants them, he might as well. Where are they, nurse?

NURSE: In his locker.

(Henderson takes a pair of black shiny shoes from the bedside locker.)

HENDERSON: Ah! Are these what you're looking for?

(The Doctor grabs them and rolls over, clutching the shoes to his chest.)

DOCTOR: Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority.