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.

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

“You're probably handsome, aren't you? Well, congratulations on your relative symmetry.”

“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.”

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: 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.