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.

Somehow, he felt like he’d been here before. Or never at all. He could never be sure with time travel, but sometimes he could tell, could feel multiple timelines rubbing together. Just a tad too close.

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.

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: 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?

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.

JOSH CARTER: An emotion gun? How do you load it?

KATE STEWART: Dump it by text.

CHURCHILL: Doctor, good to see you. Alhough that face...

DOCTOR: Isn't the one you were expecting? No, nor me - funny, I have that feeling every time I look in the mirror. I can't quite shake the feeling I should be Scottish...

KATE STEWART: Josh. This other universe, did I have an eyepatch there by any chance?

JOSH CARTER: Uh, I don't know, I didn't meet you. Why would you have an eyepatch?

KATE STEWART: Oh, just an old family story. Carry on.

COLONEL SHINDI: Do you mind telling me what's just happened here, Carter?

JOSH CARTER: Well-

KATE STEWART: Oh, that was an Osgood from an evil alternative universe, Colonel, isn't it obvious?

RIVER SONG: How do I look?

HELEN: Uh, like a sexy penguin?

RIVER: You have no idea, do you? What you mean to them?

DOCTOR: Me? I’m just passing through, I give people rides, they have fun for the most part when they’re not being captured, shot at, or blown up. But sometimes, sometimes it gets real. I find something that’s too big, too dangerous. And I care about them. I can’t risk their lives. Not them

RIVER: You love them too!

DOCTOR: I can’t afford to let people get attached.

RIVER: It’s lucky I’m here then. As an impartial observer.

RIVER: Oh time lords! Honestly! You spend your whole life believing there’s only one left, then they start turning up like buses!

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.

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: 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?

DOCTOR: Faith’s a wonderful thing, Chaplain. I love faith. But the best place to have it is in yourself.

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.