SARAH JANE: Doctor, you're being childish.

DOCTOR: Well of course I am. There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes.

“Human progress isn't measured by industry, it's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species.”

“Life depends on change, and renewal.”

“Nothing’s sad until it’s over, and then everything is.”

“Courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.”

“Because every time you see them happy you remember how sad they’re going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.”

“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.”

“Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall.”

“Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority.”

“I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.”

“You wanted advice you said. I never give it, never. But I might just say this to you. Always search for truth. My truth is in the stars and yours is here.”

“I don’t believe that man was made to be controlled by machines. Machines can make laws, but they can not preserve justice. Only human beings can do that.”

“Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing. There’s nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.”

“You know how it is; you put things off for a day and next thing you know, it’s a hundred years later.”

“Happiness is nothing unless it exists side by side with sadness.”

“I don’t make threats, but I do keep promises.”

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.”

DOCTOR: You look very nice in that dress, Victoria.

VICTORIA: Thank you. Don't you think it's a bit--

DOCTOR: A bit short? Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. Look at Jamie's.

“Ace, give me some of that Nitro Nine that you're not carrying.”

SETH: If we don't pay tribute, the Nimon will destroy us.

ROMANA: Sounds like an insecure personality to me.

SETH: He lives in the power complex.

ROMANA: That fits.

“I tolerate this century, but I don't enjoy it. Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? Have you? To be exiles? Susan and I are cut off from our own planet, without friends or protection. But one day we shall get back. Yes, one day. One day.”

“There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke, and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on, Ace, we've got work to do!”

ACE: Master? Who's he?

DOCTOR: An evil genius. One of my oldest and deadliest of enemies.

ACE: Do you know any nice people? You know, ordinary people, not power-crazed nutters trying to take over the galaxy?

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.

“You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the arts, the gentle art of fisticuffs.”

ACE: We did good, didn't we?

DOCTOR: Perhaps. Time will tell. It always does.

“It's the end. But the moment has been prepared for.”

ROMANA: Yes, they taught me at school how to stop my hearts.

TYSSAN: Hearts? How many have you got?

ROMANA: One for casual, one for best.

MASTER: I know this is going to be hard to believe, Doctor, but for once I mean you no harm.

DOCTOR: Like Alice, I try to believe three impossible things before breakfast. Go on.

DOCTOR: I feel disorientated.

SARAH JANE: This is the Disorientation Centre.

DOCTOR: That makes sense.

“Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers nine on the Richter scale? Run!”

IAN: I think you should go and apologise to Barbara at once.

DOCTOR: I'm afraid we have no time for codes and manners.

DOCTOR: Therefore, if I've guessed correctly about the nature of Helix energy, I should be able to drain it off.

SARAH JANE: But what if you've guessed wrong?

DOCTOR: When did I ever guess wrong about anything?

SARAH JANE: (sotto) Lots of times.

“An apple a day keeps the, er... no, never mind.”

“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.”

“You know, you're a classic example of the inverse ratio between the size of the mouth and the size of the brain.”

DAVROS: The Daleks shall become Lords of Time! We shall become all-

DOCTOR: - Powerful. Crush the lesser races. Conquer the galaxy. Unimaginable power. Unlimited rice pudding, et cetera, et cetera.

“You, Sir, are a NITWIT!”

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go. That's who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.”

“Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser.”

DOCTOR: He asked you a question. Will you help me?

CLARA: You shouldn't have been listening.

DOCTOR: I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here, standing in front of you. Please, just, just see me.

“As you come into this world, something else is also born. You begin your life, and it begins a journey towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow. Never faster, never slower, always coming. You will run. It will walk. You will rest. It will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long. You will sit too still or sleep too deep, and when, too late, you rise to go, you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over.”

“I am the Doctor. I'm coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop.”

CLARA: Doctor, you are not the only person who ever lost someone. It's the story of everybody. Get over it. Beat it. Break free. 

(Her hand touches his cheek.)

CLARA: Doctor, it's time. Get up, off your arse, and win!

“I can't! Why is it always me? Why is it never anybody else's turn? Can't I just lose? Just this once?”

“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?”

“I'm a doctor. But probably not the one you're expecting.”

OHILA: We restored you to life, but it's a temporary measure. You have a little under four minutes.

DOCTOR: Four minutes? That's ages. What if I get bored? I need a television, couple of books, anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.

“Charley, C'Rizz, Lucie, Tamsin, Molly. Friends, companions I've known, I salute you. And Cass, I apologise. Physician, heal thyself.”

“We all change, when you think about it. We're all different people all through our lives. And that's okay, that's good, you've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.”

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.

“Hello, ordinary person. Please maintain a minimum separation of three feet. I'm really trying not to kill anyone today, but it would be tremendously helpful if your major arteries were out of reach.”

MISSY: Exciting, isn't it? Watching the Cybermen getting started.

DOCTOR: They always get started. They happen everywhere there's people. Mondas, Telos, Earth, Planet 14, Marinus. Like sewage and smartphones and Donald Trump, some things are just inevitable.

MASTER: Is the future going to be all girl?

DOCTOR: We can only hope.

“Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.”

DOCTOR: I just want to say, you know, you have never been very reliable.

IDRIS: And you have?

DOCTOR: You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.

IDRIS: No, but I always took you where you needed to go.

“Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once, everybody lives!”

“A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy, it was. Well, I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel. And the colours? Well, the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. Yes, that was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen.”

DOCTOR: You're doing it again.

CLARA: Doing what?

DOCTOR: The smile.

CLARA: Yeah, I'm smiling.

DOCTOR: It's the sad smile. It's a smile but you're sad. It's confusing. It's like two emotions at once. It's like you're malfunctioning.

“Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones. But you still have to choose.”

CLARA: I know it's scary and difficult, but do you love being the man making the impossible choice?

DOCTOR: Why would I?

CLARA: Because it's what you do, all day, every day.

DOCTOR: It's my life.

CLARA: Doesn't have to be. Is it like-

DOCTOR: Like what?

CLARA: An addiction?

DOCTOR: You can't really tell if something's an addiction till you try and give it up.

CLARA: And you never have.

DOCTOR: Let me know how it goes.

“But it was a childish dream that made you a doctor! You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn't that true? Don't be sad, Grace. You'll do great things.”

“You feel that pounding in your heart? That tightness in the pit of your stomach? The blood rushing to your head, do you know what that is? That's adventure. The thrill and the fear, and the joy of stepping into the unknown. That's why we're all here, and that's why we're alive!”

“I’ve been too methodical recently, I think. Setting coordinates and things, actually deciding where we want to go. I’ve been getting far too safe and predictable these last few incarnations. Do you know I once traveled for centuries without ever knowing where I’d materialize next?”

“I was once a man with a masterplan. I’d seek out injustices, topple governments, all in the name of the greater good. I’d started doing the maths, you see…. This is how evil starts, with the belief that the ends justify the means. But once you start down that road, there’s no turning back. What if you can save a million lives, but you have to let ten people die, or a hundred, or a hundred thousand. Where do you stop?”

“I've seen worlds destroyed, civilisations choked in their cradles, whole races fleeing in terror. I've seen centuries of art, of science, wiped out in an instant. I just saw a beautiful rainforest burn along with every creature in it. I didn't even know the planet's name! If you're prepared to accept that much collateral damage to the rest of the universe, then what exactly are you fighting for? I'll protect those with no choice in the matter, no voice.”

“I don't suppose there's any need for a Doctor, anymore. Make me a warrior, now.”

“Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard, I can feel it through your hands. There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel. Right now, you could run faster and you could fight harder, you could jump higher than ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a superpower. It's your superpower. There is danger in this room and guess what? It's you.”

“If you think because she is dead I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her, and you're not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So, for your own sake, understand this. I am the Doctor. I'm coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop.”

“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.”

“It's funny, cos I wonder where the TARDIS goes at random. Maybe it lands on some outcrop by the sea. And there's a tribe and they worship it for 100 years. Then they grow up and try to burn it. Then they get wise. They preserve it. Then they build a city all around it, till the TARDIS is just a tiny little dot, surrounded by skyscrapers and monorails. Time passes and the city falls. It all gets swept away. And there's the TARDIS… still on its outcrop… by the sea. She's the only thing I've got left.”

DOCTOR: It's my back.

RIVER: Your back?

DOCTOR: Yeah, my back's playing up. It simply refuses to carry the weight of an entirely pointless stratum of society who contribute nothing of worth to the world and crush the hopes and dreams of working people.

DOCTOR: My entire understanding of physical space has been transformed! Three-dimensional Euclidean geometry has been torn up, thrown in the air and snogged to death! My grasp of the universal constants of physical reality has been changed forever!

DOCTOR: Sorry. I've always wanted to see that done properly.

RIVER: Does sarcasm help?

DOCTOR: Wouldn't it be a great universe if it did?

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?

RIVER: So, assuming tonight is all we have left.

DOCTOR: I didn't say that.

RIVER: How long is a night on Darillium?

DOCTOR: Twenty four years.

RIVER: I hate you.

DOCTOR: No, you don't.

“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.”

MASTER: The title you chose: Doctor. Now, it’s not just a man of healing. It means “teacher”. It means “tutor”. Whereas I am a Master. We both want to change the universe, to make it better, it’s only the scale of our ambition separates us.

DOCTOR: What are you saying? You’d like to have been a Doctor but you didn’t have the patients?

“Ohhh, the Cloister Bell. Always just that little bit too late to be of any real use, aren't you?”

DOCTOR: We’ll have the door open in a jiffy.

LIV: Except we still don’t know what’s out there.

HELEN: Please be careful!

DOCTOR: Are you scaredy cats?

HELEN: No

LIV: Just sensible

DOCTOR: Oh come on, we could sit here all day being sensible, we’d still be here next week, filling out risk assessment forms. And how boring would that be?

HELEN: Sorry, you know the Doctor?

RIVER: Intimately. What’s he come as? The magician, the spiv, or the geography teacher?

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."

CLARA: What are you doing?

MISSY: Murdering a Dalek. I'm a Time Lady. It's our golf.

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?

CLARA: No. Why would you even do that? I was dead! I was dead and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?

DOCTOR: I had a duty of care.

MISSY: Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow.

DOCTOR: Well, I've got some good news about that.

MISSY: Oh, yeah?

DOCTOR: It's still today!

ACE: Oh, "No coloured" signs in 1963, "Pakis out" and petrol bombs in my time - now it's the future and it's ethnic cleansing. Nothing changes, does it?

DOCTOR: Forty years ago, Harper wouldn't even have been out of the ordinary. It does change, you know. Never completely, never all at once, but it does.

DOCTOR: The human race, you're obsessed. You all need to get a hobby.

CLARA: I've got a hobby, thanks. It's you, by the way.

EVELYN: You must have a name.

DOCTOR: Sometimes it seems like I must. At those times I become yet another member of the great Smith clan. Doctor John Smith, in fact. But as I am going to save your life, you can call me The Doctor. And the sooner I get started, the better.

LIZ: Then what do you do, exactly?

BRIGADIER: We deal with the odd, the unexplained, anything on Earth, or even beyond.

LIZ: Alien invaders? Little blue men with three heads?

BRIGADIER: Ten tons of alien material drift through space and land on this planet every day.

LIZ: And do no harm to anyone.

BRIGADIER: Still sceptical?

LIZ: Of course. I deal with facts, not science fiction ideas.

BRIGADIER: Miss Shaw, I'm not a fool. I don't chase shadows. What you don't understand is that there might, there is a remote possibility that outside your cosy little world other things could exist.

LIZ: No need to get tetchy.

BRIGADIER: Well, sometimes you can be very aggravating.

LIZ: Me? What about you? You really believe in a man who's helped to save the world twice? With the power to transform his physical appearance?

BRIGADIER: I'm not sure yet. It may not be the same man.

LIZ: An alien who travels through time and space in a police box?

BRIGADIER: Oh well, at least he won't get very far.

LIZ: You mean, before your men shoot him again?

BRIGADIER: I don't find that funny. Without this machine, the Doctor's stuck. He can't leave Earth.

LIZ: You were about to open it?

BRIGADIER: Yes.

LIZ: I think you should. There might be a policeman locked inside.

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.

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.

LEELA: You have heightened olfactory senses?

ROMANA: Yes, I think so. Woah! They’re so strong! Each breath is like a blade in my breast! Clean, and sharp!

LEELA: Do I always speak in such plaintive metaphor?

ROMANA: It has a certain unpolished charm, does it not?

LEELA: I was so alone in the world of dreams when you left… The wildlands were dark and so quiet. I… I do not wish to be alone.

ROMANA: There will be a place for you with me. For always. Whatever face I wear.

DOCTOR: It doesn't matter what the Hybrid is. It only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise they'd have kicked me out, I'd have had nothing left to bargain with.

CLARA: What were you bargaining for?

DOCTOR: What do you think? You. I had to find a way to save you.

MONK: I’m happy to do my bit to stop him destroying the future.

HELEN: Oh, that’s what I don’t understand. The future isn’t destroyed - we’ve been there. Liv comes from the future!

MONK: As with most things in a temporal nexus, things don’t happen until they do. Are you familiar with the term “Pit Canary”?

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.

LUCIE: (transmitter) ... Don't know. Maybe I'll just give you this Interocitor gizmo thing and you can play back this message, and then you'll look all pompous and say something like, "well, what if I don't want you to travel with me any more, Lucie Miller?" And I'll give you a kick in the shins and you'll say, "Ow, that hurt," and I'll say "I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?" (Laugh.) Yeah. Maybe that's how it'll go. That's what I'd like, Doctor. That's what I really like.

(Rewinding.)

LUCIE: (transmitter) ... play back this message, and then you'll look all pompous and say something like, "well, what if I don't want you to travel with me anymore, Lucie Miller?" And I'll...

(Rewinding.)

LUCIE: (transmitter) ... then you'll look all pompous and say something like...

THE DOCTOR: Well, what if I don't want you to travel with me any more, Lucie Miller?

(Fast forward.)

LUCIE: (transmitter) I'll give you a kick in the shins and you'll say...

THE DOCTOR: Ow, that hurt.

(Fast forward.)

LUCIE: (transmitter) ... and I'll say "I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?" (Laugh.) Yeah. Maybe that's how it'll go. That's what I'd like, Doctor. That's what I really like.

ROMANA: Leela. Are you saying you’re afraid of me?

LEELA: You are also two people. The person I know, and the person you once were. Who

is… so different.

ROMANA: You’ve always known I was a Time Lord. Regeneration is a natural part of the

progression of our lives. Completely without consequence.

LEELA: One person cannot become many without consequence.

DOCTOR: Goodbye, Zoe.

ZOE: Goodbye, Doctor. Will we ever meet again?

DOCTOR: Again? Now, Zoe, you and I know, time is relative, isn't it?

DOCTOR: Still, I rather like the look of it here.

EVELYN: Oh, yes, terrific. It's cold, it's wet, it's foggy, and it definitely isn't the Galapagos Islands. We're probably in the middle of post apocalypse Bromsgrove in the ninety fifth century. If this is Earth at all.

CLARA: So, you must have thought I was dead for a while?

DOCTOR: Yeah.

CLARA: How was that?

DOCTOR: Longest month of my life.

CLARA: It could only have been five minutes.

DOCTOR: I'll be the judge of time.

BRAXIATEL: Mozart, Madam? The Magic Flute?

ROMANA: It purports to be. How K9 will ever understand beauty, I don’t know. Not when the only recordings he can access are so inadequate. He’ll just have to go to Salzburg.

BRAXIATEL: Ah, where you can be his star blazing queen of the night.

ROMANA: Don’t push it, Braxiatel.

LEELA: I could not return to the place I came from.

ROMANA: Well, yours is a special case.

NARVIN: How so, Madam President?

ROMANA: Because I say it is!

“My greetings to you, delegates. I regret deeply that already the serious work of this committee is degenerating into petty squabbling, and that Gallifrey should be dragging it deeper into the jingoistic mire. If we can chart the universe from an incandescent atom to a final fiery crunch, it is to be hoped that we can outgrow such childish patriotism. This is an historic moment, delegates. We may have mastery of time, but time will ever judge us.”

BRAXIATEL: That fool Glower was actually going to set the thing off! As a scientific study!

ROMANA: But something stopped him.

BRAXIATEL: Right at the last moment. The device was dismantled and never spoken of again. Rumour has it that Narvin persuaded him to change his mind. Whatever happened, the CIA recruited Narvin and he’s never looked back.

LEELA: Except to see who stands behind him with a knife.

“I am Lady Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and all her dominions, holder of the wisdom of Rassilon, preserver of the Matrix, guardian of the legacy of Omega. But you can call me Romana, and I have come to present evidence.”

ROMANA: Don’t trust Narvin. Or Torvald.

LEELA: I do not. Both have let me down before.

ROMANA: Remember, we need to know who is behind this. We need someone left alive to interrogate.

LEELA: Try not to kill anyone. That’s what Andred used to tell me. It amused him to say it… My late husband.

BRAXIATEL: Do you think she finally believes that Andred is dead?

ROMANA: I think she’s starting to accept that he may be.

BRAXIATEL: Is he?

ROMANA: I don’t know.

ROMANA: I didn’t believe it when Narvin told me. I didn’t want to believe it, but then I remembered reading up on the Braxiatel Collection, once. Long ago, on my travels.

BRAXIATEL: Ah, just a notion of mine at present. A way of doing what little I can to preserve the creations of lifekind from the ravages of time.

ROMANA: It’s a good idea. How long have you–

BRAXIATEL: A very long time. At first, I expected to be caught. At every deal, I expected Narvin or one of his cronies to be waiting for me. I suppose it was Project Alpha that set me off on it - knowing how close, how very close, we came to destroying so much.

ROMANA: So you set about saving it before another catastrophe.

BRAXIATEL: We live in a catastrophic universe!

NARVIN: This piece of equipment is essential to my mission.

ROMANA: Aha, and what might that be?

NARVIN: I might very well ask the same of you. This time zone is subject to the most stringent embargoes!

ROMANA: None of which apply to the President. I am free to go wherever and whenever I choose, without submitting a mountain of paperwork first, and I do find the Alpine air so refreshing.

NARVIN: Madam, the Alps are in the other direction.

ROMANA: Are they? Damn.

TORVALD: You’re mad!

ROMANA: Boiling mad! Time is not a game, Torvald! You, Narvin, Arkadian - silly boys, the lot of you! Treating the timeline like a train set in the attic! Chuck this carriage here, this carriage there, move point, change the signal box, replace the controller. I’m not having it, Torvald! Not anymore! So tell me the truth!

BRAXIATEL: I do what I do for the benefit of Gallifrey. You are the best President it has had for… well, for a very, very long time.

ROMANA: I doubt this is over. Narvin will make capital of it, I’m sure.

BRAXIATEL: So will others. We’ll weather the storm.

ROMANA: This is going to be a trying time. For both of us. I’m glad you’re on my side. I feel we might have a chance.

BRAXIATEL: My President flatters me.

LEELA: No. The spirit told me you would come.

ROMANA: Oh, come on.

LEELA: Do not mock me, Romana. You should know by now I am rarely wrong about such things.

ROMANA: Granted, you’re rarely wrong with your instincts, but… as for rational explanations of what you feel, well, that’s another story.

LEELA: You do not believe me?

ROMANA: I believe you that something is here alright. Just not that it’s a spirit, evil or otherwise.

LEELA: I never said it was evil.

ROMANA: Oh, well, I just assumed. I mean, they usually are with you.

K9: This unit does not have feelings, mistress.

LEELA: That is untrue, K9. Many times you and the other K9–

K9: Neither K9 unit possesses feelings, mistress.

LEELA: You should not be afraid of your feelings, K9.

ROMANA: Yes, thank you. If we can move on from the emotional support group session?

LEELA: Why did you shoot Narvin, K9? Not that I’m complaining.

K9: Pandora was only active by piggy-backing the brainwaves of an exceptionally intelligent Time Lord.

BRAXIATEL: Hence his lack of sleep. If Narvin had slept, Pandora’s power would have closed down. She must have accessed him ages ago.

ROMANA: Or, like me, it might be inherited, waiting for the right moment.

LEELA: I do not know which shocks me most, Romana. That you had a previous life, or that Narvin is considered one of the most intelligent Time Lords.

LEELA: I do not want him to find me. It is I who must find him. Am I so helpless? Yes. Here, in these stifling, sunless rooms of yours, perhaps I am. I have only one body. This one. I cannot change it. It will not wear your clothes, or walk your stilted pathways. I have only one voice inside me. This one. And my words can never be as clever as yours. I have only one mind, and it is steadfast, but small next to yours. I cannot grasp the games you play with people and their lives, and I do not wish to.

ROMANA: They’re not games I choose to play. I’m trying to defend myself. Trying to protect my world!

LEELA: Yes. It is your world, and not mine. Although I have lived here for many years, it has never been my home, and I am unhappy.

ROMANA: Even after twenty years, I still fear them coming for me. They leave me here in the cell for days at a time, no distractions, no exercise, no food, and you never hear them coming, and it's dark, so you never see them. They roll along that metal floor, closer and closer, soundlessly, nearer, nearer. Stop outside the door.

VRINT: Please I...

ROMANA: That voice, the orders, the pushing you down the corridor for the special service, and you see them crowding around you, all sharp lines and angles and sticks, watching you do whatever it is they can't or choose not to do for themselves.

VRINT: I am not one of the slave elite.

ROMANA: They may look like the robots, but you know what, what you've become. And just as we wouldn't thank a robot when the work is done, they send you away again in silence. Silently up the corridor, the black plastic poking you in the back, and you look down and you remember when your body was full and young and fit and not emaciated, atrophying in some stinking hole in the rock. And you come back, step after step, and the numbers are always the same, just as the days and the nights are always the same. And all that's changing is a little bit of you is dying, day after day after

VRINT: You're unit one one seven...

ROMANA: I am not unit one one seven! I am Romanadvoratrelundar. I have no choice but to let the Daleks dehumanise me, but I will not tolerate the same treatment from you. Who are you?

VRINT: Unit sixty three.

ROMANA: Your name, you idiot. You have a name, don't you? Or have the Daleks taken that from you with everything else.

VRINT: My name is Vrint. I am Vrint of the Monan Host.

ROMANA: (sighs) That's better.

DALEK: Surrender the crystal!

DOCTOR: Oh, all right. (stops running) You can have it. But let my friend here go first.

DALEK: She must be exterminated.

DOCTOR: Let her go, or I'll smash your crystal against this wall. Go on, Romana, to the end of the corridor.

ROMANA: Doctor, another one.

DALEK 2: Do not move.

ROMANA: Your friend just said I could.

DOCTOR: Afraid so. Don't kick him out of the union or anything, will you. | did threaten to destroy your precious crystal. What you might call a Mexican stand-off. Ever exterminated any Mexicans?

DALEK: You will be...

DOCTOR: Exterminated? Yes, I dare say I will. (sotto) Back away, all of you.

ROMANA: Daleks, wait. I'm too old, and frankly, too important to be taking orders from you, Doctor. EVELYN: That's what I always tell him, but is this really the time for a mutiny?

ROMANA: Daleks, I may have been slave unit one one seven on Etra Prime, but here I am President of the High Council of Time Lords. These people are my subjects, and useful to me, for now at least. I won't have you kill them.

“I mean, I’m trying my best to lead Gallifrey into the future. I’m trying to forge links with the other Temporal Powers instead of conducting ruinous wars against them. Darkel is determined to drag us all back to the old time. How can we go forward when she continually fans the flames of mistrust and paranoia? I’ve seen the future she’ll create, K9, I’ve seen the corridors of the Capitol awash with blood.”

“I am still the Lord High President of Gallifrey, and it’s about time a few people learned to accept that fact! No more compromises, K9. From now on, things are going to be very different around here.”

“We will bring about justice, not vengeance. I need your support leela, now more than ever. You and the K9s are my only friends here”

“People are dead and you fight one another like animals. Is this what you want these terrorists to do to us? Violence upon violence, cutting and maiming, destruction and devastation until there's nothing left at all? There's nothing we can do for K9 or the others now. We can only pick up the pieces.”

“Yes, this is exactly what they have waited for. This is all my fault, Leela. I thought I could change things, but this society is too old, too ingrained in the way things are. The President's the one with the least power here. It's just a fancy title. I'm losing, Leela.”

ROMANA: This way, Leela.

LEELA: Why stay with me? You do not believe I can protect you any longer.

ROMANA: Our only exit leads onto the Outlands. How am I to survive there without you as my guide? Now, will you please take my hand, Leela? Thank you.

“The Outlands... always the biggest threat in my parents' arsenal. Behave yourself or we'll leave you in the outlands! And look what I was missing all those years by being good.”

LEELA: Romana? Can you hear me? You must see if you can control this unit, or we shall be pulled to pieces. Romana? Romana? Romana!

ROMANA: Romana... Too many Romanas...

LEELA:Romana you must concentrate on my voice! We are being torn apart

ROMANA: Torn apart! Too many Romanas...

ROMANA: I am fine.

LEELA: When a Time Lord says 'I am fine' it means they are not. Please, Romana, I am your friend. You can tell me what is wrong.

ROMANA: Friend? Thought I didn't have any. I can't afford to have any, especially in wartime.

LEELA: You are wrong. That is when you need them more than ever.

PANDORA: It's in you. It's your DNA. You're mine. I need you. We are Pandora.

ROMANA: Too many Romanas... I'm...

PANDORA: Romana, Imperiatrix of Gallifrey.

ROMANA: I am Romana, President of Gallifrey.

PANDORA: But which one?

ROMANA: The winner.

LEELA: You are putting yourself in danger.

ROMANA: Yes, I'm fighting back. It's about time too. I'm going to have to use myself as bait.

LEELA: Then I will be there by your side to protect you.

ROMANA: Oh, I hope so. You being there is really rather vital to the plan.

DARKEL: So is your argument that you are still president?

ROMANA: No, I-

DARKEL: In which case why are we having an election?

ROMANA: You know very well-

DARKEL: In which case did you resign?

ROMANA: Darkel, you are twisting-

DARKEL: In which case why was there no resignation speech? I'm told it is unheard of for a president to resign without naming their successor.

ROMANA: If you'll just let me get a word in-

DARKEL: Why no named successor?

ROMANA: Darkel!

LEELA: Do what can we do?

ROMANA: I'd like to know what Matthais is up to. I thought he was on our side.

LEELA: Narvin says he is a politician so he is on no-one's side but his own.

ROMANA: Ah, but I am a politician too, Leela.

LEELA: That is alright. Narvin says it does not apply to you as you are so naive.

ROMANA: Thanks a bunch! Though he could be right. So you've been spending time with Narvin? You're keeping pretty dodgy company these days, aren't you Leela?

ROMANA: He means that they're busy with something urgent that's getting out of control.

LEELA: I know. I only say things like that to tease the guards, and also because it means they don't always take me seriously and say things I can hear, things they think I will not I understand.

ROMANA: You never cease to amaze me.

“Captain Henzil! Henzil! I am an ex-president, get me out of here!”

“My back looks like a pin cushion the number of times I've been stabbed in it.”

BRAX: Braxiatel. Irving Braxiatel. I was President of Gallifrey once.

ROMANA: Pah, only just. Who was it said, in the future everyone will be President of Gallifrey for all of 15 minutes?

LEELA: The time scoop has exploded!

BRAX: Ah, oh. Overloaded, actually. I told you it was second hand.

NARVIN: Wonderful. So what do we do now?

BRAX: Well, my lady?

LEELA: Romana?

K9: Mistress?

ROMANA: Right... what we're going to do is...