VICKI: That was no risk! I noted, observed, collated, concluded... and then I threw the rock

POLLY: The thing is, it is our world.

DOCTOR: Yes, I know. You're lucky, I never got back to mine.

DOCTOR: Do I look strange or bizarre?

JAMIE: Aye. Well maybe I'm just used to you.

DOCTOR: If you want the human factor, part of it must include mercy

DOCTOR: Oh Jamie, don't touch that control!

JAMIE: I already have.

DOCTOR: Now Jamie. Run. Run! I know what I'm doing. I hope.

CLENT: You've worked with computers, I presume?

DOCTOR: Only when I have to.

JAMIE: Anyway, as you know the TARDIS has a mind of its own. You know you can’t control it.

DOCTOR: Can’t control it?

JAMIE: No.

DOCTOR: We’ll see about that.

JAMIE: How will I know I've got the right one?

DOCTOR: You'll soon know if you haven't got the right one, won't you.

VICTORIA: Doctor, why is it that we always land up in trouble?

DOCTOR: Well, Victoria, it's the spice of life, my dear.

DOCTOR: Are there any ordinary circumstances in space?

DOCTOR: I wish... I wish I believed in wishing wells.

JAMIE: Hey, Doctor, I've just been thinking. What happens if they get the lift going before we get to the top?

DOCTOR: Oh, that's simple.

JAMIE: What?

DOCTOR: We get squashed.

SELRIS: Doctor, do you mean that thing was sent out to attack you and only you?

DOCTOR: Yes, so it seems. It's rather flattering, isn't it.

JAMIE: Oh, what's he doing now?

ZOE: I've no idea. Ask him.

JAMIE: Oh, what's the use? He's got his mysterious face on.

DOCTOR: Oh, dear. What a silly idiot I am.

When the demand for surrender came, some of the politicians sealed themselves into the Parliament buildings, and let the aliens set the corridors alight with them still inside.

Not out of principle. Politicians don't have principles, not even on this side of Mutter's Spiral. They just had nowhere else to go.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is compatible with magic.

"Call it a little narratological sleight of hand, sweetheart," I whisper. "One of the perks of first-person narration, we could say."

Sing the past to me, 'cause I'm the one who wrote the song,

I made it up next week, so all the words will come out wrong,

The past won't keep you warm tonight, the future's blown to bits,

And everything that you believe is really full of-

"I wish you a painful death!" Blu'ip screeched, thoroughly enjoying his own melodrama."

Funny thing is, the people inside the bottle have made a universe-in-a-bottle for themselves. I hadn't expected that. Which means the people inside their bottle could have made a bottle of their own, as well. I've got this horrible feeling it goes on forever.

"Everybody's dead," said the Doctor. "That's one of the problems with time travel. Everybody's always dead, and everybody's always alive. It's all a question of where you're standing."

Fitz swallowed hard. He was the one who was raving mad. He was in the midst of the most ridiculous danger, horse-riding down a mountainside, probably about to die and, in the final few minutes of his life, what was passing through his mind? Not the greatest, most fulfilling moments in this life - but a consideration of his chances of getting laid by Iris... and even of getting laid by the Doctor. What was it about Time Lords?