DOCTOR: You humans are so fragile, your lives so brief. Tiny splash of brilliant colour against thetime stream, then gone forever. Whereas I, I just go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on...

The Doctor led us up, into the fire that was not the fire of salvation but the sort that burns, with smoke and hurt and tortured bodies and death. He walked arm in arm with Turing, and they talked, probably about miracles and the mysteries of the universe, but I couldn’t hear them any more. And anyway, it was probably all in code.

I.M. FOREMAN: You’ve never been a woman, have you?

DOCTOR: I’m not sure I’ve ever even been a man.