JOY: She died on Christmas Day. On Christmas Day! I said goodbye on an iPad! Because of the rules! She died alone! And those awful people and their wine fridges, and their dancing, and their parties, and I listened to them, and I let my mother die alone! So I can never be home on Christmas Day, and I can never be with anyone on Christmas Day because I let her down. I let her down on the last day of her life, on Christmas Day. I can’t ever change that. I can’t ever change it.

DOCTOR: I mean, basically the code came from nowhere, but then so did the universe, and no-one complains about that.

TASLO: So, what’s the plan?

DOCTOR: The plan is… that we’re going to improvise.

TASLO: That’s kind of the opposite of a plan.

DOCTOR: Precisely. A plan means we’re being predictable. If we’re going to uncover what the council is really up to… best if they can’t follow what we’re doing.

DOCTOR: This is where I leave you.

NOOR: Answer me one question. The fascists, do they win?

DOCTOR: Never. Not while there’s people like you.

DOCTOR: When does all this stop for you? The games, the betrayals, the killing?

MASTER: Why would it stop? I mean, how else would I get your attention?

ADA LOVELACE: This is the future? A world on fire.

DOCTOR: These are the dark times. But they don't sustain. Darkness never sustains

(Looks to Noor)

DOCTOR: Even though sometimes it feels like it might.

DOCTOR: The Solitract is a frog? Who talks like Grace?

SOLITRACT: My own form is endless, but this frog is a form that delights me, as it once delighted Grace.

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!

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

CLARA: How can you and the Doctor be friends?

MISSY: Why shouldn't we be?

CLARA: You spend all your time fighting.

MISSY: Exactly.

MISSY: It's a confession dial.

CLARA: A what?

MISSY: In your terms, a will. The Last Will and Testament of the Time Lord known as the Doctor, to be delivered, according to ancient tradition, to his closest friend, on the eve of his final day.

(Clara reaches for it, and gets an electric shock.)

MISSY: Ah, ah! What are you doing?

CLARA: You said. I thought.

MISSY: No, no, no, no, no. It was delivered to me.

CLARA: You?

MISSY: Well of course it was sent to me. What have you got to do with it? I'm his friend. You're just

CLARA: I'm just what?

MISSY: See that couple over there?

(A man and a woman walk through with their dog.)

MISSY: You're the puppy.

CLARA: Since when do you care about the Doctor?

MISSY: Since always. Since the Cloister Wars. Since the night he stole the moon and the President's wife. Since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie. Can you guess which one?

CLARA: He's not your friend. You keep trying to kill him.

MISSY: He keeps trying to kill me. It's sort of our texting. We've been at it for ages.

CLARA: Mmm. Must be love.

MISSY: Oh, don't be disgusting. We're Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilisation, and infinitely more complex.

CLARA: How did you know I was here? Did you see me?

DOCTOR: When do I not see you?

CLARA: What, one face in all of that crowd?

DOCTOR: There was a crowd, too?

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.

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

DEE DEE: We must not look at goblin men. We must not buy their fruits. Who knows upon what soil they fed, their hungry, thirsty roots?

SKY: He's waited so long.

DOCTOR: He's waited so long.

SKY: In the dark.

DOCTOR: In the dark.

SKY: And the cold.

DOCTOR: And the cold.

SKY: And the diamonds.

DOCTOR: And the diamonds.

SKY: Until you came.

DOCTOR: Until you came.

SKY: Bodies so hot.

DOCTOR: Bodies so hot.

SKY: With blood.

DOCTOR: With blood.

SKY: And pain.

DOCTOR: And pain.

DOCTOR: I... have got... a mole. I can feel it. Between my shoulder blades, there's a mole. That's all right. Love the mole.

DOCTOR: What do you want me to be? Someone who knows exactly what he’s doing and has it all under control, or just some fellow who makes it up as he goes along, and still makes it happen? Which do you want it to be? Magic tricks, or magic?

DOCTOR: I’ve seen Slake and the others now. They don’t deserve to be kept alive. Not at the cost of other’s suffering and death.

SAM: Isn’t that my line?

DOCTOR: Of course, you were right.

SAM: But what about all that stuff you were saying, about everyone having the right to live-

DOCTOR: Oh, that’s right as well.

HARRIS: But they completely contradict each other?

DOCTOR: You’re right too. Now all you need to do is figure out how we can all be right at the same time, then you’ll have it.

DOCTOR: Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the homeless traveller and his old police box, with his days like crazy paving.