DOCTOR: Amazing thing, history. People always assume it's a straight line because they're in the middle of it. Viewed from outside it's more like a Möbius strip.

MASTER: That's right, you tell me. And Ace! Or should I say Dorothy? Didn't the Doctor ditch you? No? Little fallout with your Machiavellian maestro?

ACE: Last time I saw you, you were half cat.

MASTER: A man's allowed to experiment.

ROMANA: Kill every last person and Unity becomes just another dead rock. Like all the other dead rocks you've left in your wake.

DALEK: Negative. Unity is more than other worlds.

ROMANA: You mean it's your fuel source. And who's going to mine that fuel? There's a war on. You don't have Daleks to spare.

DALEK: We will spare enough lives to keep the mines in operation.

ROMANA: And who will shuttle the miners back and forth to the mines? Who will cook their meals? Who will look after their children? Who will sweep the streets, and wash the laundry, and fix the plumbing? Who will live?

DALEK: That is not our concern.

ROMANA: No, I thought not, somehow.

DALEK: Provide us with the location of your associates.

ROMANA: We've been here before though, and I will never betray those I love. Not ever. So what are you going to do about it?

DALEK: Exterminate.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the spring. All the leaves, the colours.

DOCTOR: It's October.

ROMANA: I thought that you said we were coming here for May week.

DOCTOR: I did. May week's in June.

ROMANA: I'm confused.

DOCTOR: So was the TARDIS.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the autumn. All the leaves, the colours.

DOCTOR: Never be cruel. Never be cowardly. Hate is always foolish. Love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind.

DOCTOR: Winning? Is that what you think it's about? I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because, because I want to blame someone. It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there's no point in any of this at all, but it's the best I can do, so I'm going to do it. And I will stand here doing it till it kills me. You're going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?

MASTER: Missy? Seriously, why?

MISSY: Oh, because he's right. Because it's time to stand with him. It's where we've always been going, and it's happening now, today. It's time to stand with the Doctor.

MASTER: No. Never. Missy! I will never stand with the Doctor!

MISSY: Yes, my dear, you will.

DOCTOR: Missy. Missy. You've changed. I know you have. And I know what you're capable of. Stand with me. It's all I've ever wanted.

MISSY: Me too. But no. Sorry. Just, no. (she takes his hand) But thanks for trying.

DOCTOR: Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.

DOCTOR: Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall.

BILL: You said. I remember, you said you could fix this. That you could get me back. Did you say that?

DOCTOR: I did say that, yes.

BILL: Were you lying?

DOCTOR: No.

BILL: Were you right?

DOCTOR: No.

MISSY: Hello. I'm Doctor Who. And these are my plucky assistants, Thing One and the Other One.

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.

MASTER: Shut up! Do you want to see my city, Doctor? Do you want to see what happens when you're too late to save your little friend and everybody else?

(He wheels the Doctor to the parapet to watch the columns of people being escorted by patients.)

MASTER: See? This used to be just a hospital. Now it's mass production. The Cyber Foundries.

MISSY: The whole city is a machine to turn people into Cybermen. What do you think? Exciting, isn't it?

BILL: So, the Time Lords, bit flexible on the whole man-woman thing, then, yeah?

DOCTOR: We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe. We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes.

BILL: But you still call yourselves Time Lords?

DOCTOR: Yeah. Shut up.

DOCTOR: Now, do you see this mad woman sitting in this chair? Her name isn't Doctor Who. My name is Doctor Who.

NARDOLE: It's not, is it?

DOCTOR: I like it.

DOCTOR: We had a pact, me and him. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all. But he was too busy burning them. I don't think she ever saw anything.

RAZOR: Do you want the good tea or the bad tea?

BILL: What's the difference?

RAZOR: I call one good, one bad.

BILL: Er, I'll take the good one.

RAZOR: Excellent, positive attitude. Will help with the horror to come.

BILL: What horror?

RAZOR: Mainly the tea.

DOCTOR: Even if that was the truth, the fact that you're suggesting it shows there's been no change, no hope, no point. We don't sacrifice people. It's wrong, because it's easy.

MISSY: You know, back in the day, I'd burn an entire city to the ground just to see the pretty shapes the smoke made. I'm sorry your plus one doesn't get a happy ending, but, like it or not, I just saved this world because I want to change.

MISSY [OC]: Your version of good is not absolute. It's vain, arrogant and sentimental. If you're waiting for me to become all that, I'm going to be here for a long time yet.

MISSY: I am your friend.

DOCTOR: Makes no difference.

MISSY: I know it doesn't. I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope. Without witness. Without reward. I am your friend.

DOCTOR: Do you know a girl called Penny?

BILL: Well, yeah.

DOCTOR: What's she like?

BILL: Out of my league.

DOCTOR: No.

BILL: Sorry, what? No?

DOCTOR: No.

BILL: What does that mean, no?

DOCTOR: It means I'm a scary, handsome genius from space and I'm telling you no, she's not out of your league.

DOCTOR: Oh, look, Bill, it's Nardole. What a lovely surprise. I thought I sent you to Birmingham for a packet of crisps. 


NARDOLE: Yeah, I saw through your cunning ruse. 


DOCTOR: Yes, well, if you will go thinking for yourself. What do you want? 


NARDOLE: I was given strict instructions to keep you at the university. 


DOCTOR: Who by?


NARDOLE: You.


DOCTOR: Well, you're not doing a very good job, are you? I'll overlook it this once. 


NARDOLE: Do you know what this is? 


DOCTOR: If it's not crisps, you're sacked.

DOCTOR: They're not your rescuers. They're your replacements. The end point of capitalism. A bottom line where human life has no value at all. We're fighting an algorithm, a spreadsheet. Like every worker, everywhere, we're fighting the suits.

BILL: Doctor, you okay?

DOCTOR: Bill, I've got no TARDIS, no sonic, about ten minutes of oxygen left, and now I'm blind. Can you imagine how unbearable I'm going to be when I pull this off?