DOCTOR: So, you've had a busy day, Vicki? Hmm?

VICKI: Yes, it was. Oh, something else I forgot to tell you. I think I've poisoned Nero.

DOCTOR: Really. What?

VICKI: Well, I didn't actually do it, but his wife was going to murder some poor slave or other and I didn't see why that should happen, so I thought

DOCTOR: For heavens sake, child, keep quiet. What did you do?

VICKI: Well, I swapped the drinks round.

DOCTOR: And I told you not to interfere with history. Come along, quickly, quickly child!

LOBOS: Where have you come from?!

DOCTOR: If you take a look into your screen, perhaps you will find that out?

(walruses swimming)

LOBOS: What are these creatures?

DOCTOR: Just some old friends of mine.

LOBOS: But these are amphibious creatures. You are not an amphibian.

DOCTOR: Oh, I'm not, am I?

(the Doctor dressed in Edwardian bathing costume and straw boater)

“ (trying to drown out the Doctor) I am your servant. I am your servant. I am your servant. I am your servant. I am your servant.”

POLLY: But don't you see? Human beings can't be friends with Daleks. They don't have friends.

VALMAR: I don't see why not.

POLLY: It's a kind of hatred for anything unlike themselves. They think they're superior.

TERRALL: Doctor. No doubt you're a keen student of human nature, but some things are better left alone.

DOCTOR: No, Mister Terrall, I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy, of which human nature is merely a part. All forms of life interest me.

HENDERSON: Hello! How are you feeling?

DOCTOR: Shoes.

HENDERSON: I beg your pardon?

DOCTOR: Shoes.

NURSE: They seem to be worrying him, sir. I think he believes they've been stolen.

HENDERSON: Well, if he wants them, he might as well. Where are they, nurse?

NURSE: In his locker.

(Henderson takes a pair of black shiny shoes from the bedside locker.)

HENDERSON: Ah! Are these what you're looking for?

(The Doctor grabs them and rolls over, clutching the shoes to his chest.)

BRIGADIER: What the blazes is that? Some kind of ornament?

YATES: Not exactly, sir. Watch.

(Yates throws a rock at Bok, who zaps it into atoms.)

BRIGADIER: Yes, I see what you mean. Never mind, we'll soon fix him. Jenkins!

JENKINS: Sir.

BRIGADIER: Chap with the wings there. Five rounds rapid.

(No effect, of course.)

SARAH: Linx?

DOCTOR: Yes, perhaps you're lucky enough not to have met him yet. Nasty, brutish and short just about sums him up.

Styre: I shall kill you all now, but first I have more important tasks to perform.

(Styre goes into his spaceship)

(In another corridor they come across guards in protective gear.)

DOCTOR: Excuse me, can you help me? I'm a spy.

(And he bangs their heads together.)

(Leela has an old man at knife-point. A bicycle lies at their feet.)

LEELA: He came armed and silent.

DOCTOR: You must have been sent by Providence.

MOSS: No, I was sent by the Council to cut the verges.

LEELA: Your Council should choose its warriors more carefully. A child of the Sevateem could have taken you.

MOSS: Escaped from somewhere, hasn't she? If you're her doctor, you shouldn't let her wander around loose. She could do someone a damage.

LEELA: He was not hunting us?

DOCTOR: No. Would you like a jelly baby?

MOSS: You've both escaped from somewhere, haven't you.

DOCTOR: Frequently. What's the nearest village?

BORUSA: Doctor!

DOCTOR: I am here to claim my legal right.

BORUSA: What?

DOCTOR: I claim the inheritance of Rassilon. I claim the titles, honour, duty and obedience of all colleges. I claim the Presidency of the Council of Time Lords.

ROMANA: How many were on your ship?

TRYST: Ah, well, to begin with there was ten, but we lost one.

ROMANA: How?

TRYST: He died.

ROMANA: How did he die?

TRYST: He died.

“My dreams of conquest! You have brought this calamity upon me!”

CHRONOTIS: More tea, my dear?

ROMANA: Lovely. Two lumps, no sugar.

SKAGRA: Take over the universe? How childish. Who could possibly want to take over the universe?

DOCTOR: Exactly. That's what I keep telling people. It's a troublesome place, difficult to administer. And as a piece of real estate, it's worthless, because by definition there'd be no one to sell it to.

“Why can't people be nice to one another, just for a change. I mean, I'm an alien, and you don't want to drag me into a swamp, do you. You do.”

DOCTOR: Look, the sun's coming up. You're right, it is morning. Tremas, you know what I need more than anything else in the universe?

TREMAS: No, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Breakfast. Is your place far?

'Doctor?' asked Sarah. 'Haven't we just emptied the Dead Sea?' Surely we've altered the course of history.'

'Not at all' the Doctor replied. 'The Dead Sea is the drain for the mighty River Jordan. We've just borrowed the water to fill the caves beneath. The Jordan will soon fill the Dead Sea once again. I suppose you can say we've just parted the waters. Now, I remember the first time that was done. In the Red Sea, by Moses...'

'Why, they're vegetables!' exclaimed Peri, perhaps louder than she would have wished!

Dum: NOHOW!

Dee: Contrariwise.

"Yes, you are," countered Peri, loftily. "You're turnips!" Anxiously, she wondered how they'd take this apparently startling revelation."

Dum: NOHOW! We're poets.

Dee: You like poetry?

"Ye-es," replied Peri, before she could stop herself. This whole scene had begun to take on a discomforting familiarity."

Dum: What shall we tell her? The Walnut and the Cauliflower is the longest.

Dee: I'll start! 'Ahem' 'The Sun was shining on the allotment...

Dum: ...And the cauliflower were walking through the weeds'

Dee: 'They wept like anything to see so many wasted seeds.'

Celery: You called him a carrot!

"Well he is!" countered Peri angrily. And before she could stop herself added, "I should know, I've eaten enough of them recently!"

Carrot: What?!

Celery: Murderer!

Carrot: She eats vegetables.. Run! Hide!

Tomato: Wha--

Tomato: Thank goodness I'm not one zzzzz

MEL: Doctor, before this regeneration you were on keen on cats and you know what curiosity did to them.

DOCTOR: Leave the quotes to the expert, Mel.

(They go along a cat walk to the cliff wall under the launch platform.)

MURRAY: Hey, this doesn't look like Disneyland.

DOCTOR: No, well, according to my reckoning, it seems to be somewhere in, er, Wales.

DOCTOR: Excuse me. What's your attitude towards the nature of existence? For example, do you hold any strong theological opinions?

GUARD: I think you'll find most educated people regard mythical convictions as fundamentally animistic.

DOCTOR: I see. That's a very interesting concept.

GUARD: Personally, I find most experiences border on the existential.

DOCTOR: Well, how do you reconcile that with the empirical critical belief that experience is at the root of all phenomena?

GUARD: I think you'll find that a concept can be philosophically valid even if theologically meaningless.

DOCTOR: So, what you're saying is that before Plato existed, someone had to have the idea of Plato.

GUARD: Oh, you've no idea what a relief it is for me to have such a stimulating philosophical discussion. There are so few intellectuals about these days. Tell me, what do you think of the assertion that the semiotic thickness of a performed text varies according to the redundancy of auxiliary performance codes?

DOCTOR: Yes.

(The Master had donned an ornate Time Lord ceremonial robe.)

MASTER: I always dress for the occasion.

The amount of silliness that Earthlings can get up to still surprises me (and I'm over 800 years old!).

People have shaved their hair off, sold kisses, hopped around towns, sat in baths of custard and done thousands of other scientifically implausible stunts to raise money for some of the most disadvantaged people in the UK and Africa.

“[Shouting] All hail Frobisher! All hail the big talking bird!”

Ace: Pass the sugar.

Hex: That stuff will kill ya.

Ace: On the list of things in this universe that are going to kill me, sugar is a long way down.

Hex: McShane!

Ace: Try to stay calm, Hex. You'll find the initial open-mouthed shock fades after an hour or so.

Hex: It will?

Ace: Oh, yeah. It's replaced by an uncomfortable nagging sense of the uncanny, which never quite goes away, but that's a lot easier to cope with in the long run than the slacked-mouth gibbering.

Hex: Is this some kind of joke?

Doctor: In the unfathomably cosmic sense, most certainly.

“And yes, our effects are primitive and our sets sometimes wobble. No one really minds. It's the stories they want to see.”

“Fiction is about possibilities. It's about hopes and dreams and, yeah, fears. Take these things away and what's left? A population of drudges, working, eating, sleeping, watching telly, unable to visualise anything outside the confines of their own dreary lives.”

MICKEY: First of February this year not exactly far flung, is it?

DOCTOR: So this is London.

MICKEY: Yep.

DOCTOR: Your city.

MICKEY: That's the one.

DOCTOR: Just as we left it.

MICKEY: Bang on.

DOCTOR: And that includes the Zeppelins?

MICKEY: What the hell?

(Massive airships pass overhead.)

“Killed by an insect. A girl. How inappropriate. Still, if the Doctor can be young and strong, then so can I. The Master reborn.”

(The Doctor offers his sonic screwdriver.)

DOCTOR: Need this?

DOCTOR 5: No, I'm fine.

DOCTOR: Oh no, of course, you liked to go hands free, didn't you, like hey, I'm the Doctor. I can save the universe using a kettle and some string. And look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable.

“Okay, you're my biggest fan. Look, it's perfectly understandable. I go zooming around space and time, saving planets, fighting monsters and being well, let's be honest, pretty sort of marvellous, so naturally now and then people notice me. Start up their little groups. That LINDA lot. Are you one of them? How did you get in here? Can't have you lot knowing where I live.”

“Now I knew what these things [the ghosts] were. I found myself searching the faces of the blank ghosts, hoping to find some comrade peering out at me. But no, nothing of the sort. Only cold, emotionless killers. The past's pain and bloodshed, ripped from history, made flesh. And now they wanted to claim us as well.”

DOCTOR: What's your first name?

FRAME: Alonso.

COMPUTER: Titanic falling.

DOCTOR: You're kidding me.

FRAME: What?

DOCTOR: That's something else I've always wanted to say. Allons-y, Alonso. Whoa!

DONNA: She [Jenny] belongs with us. With you. She's your daughter.

DOCTOR: She's a soldier. She came out of that machine.

DONNA: Oh yes, I know that bit. Listen, have you got that stethoscope? Give it to me. Come on.

JENNY: What are you doing?

DONNA: It's all right. Just hold still.

(Donna listens to Jenny's chest.)

DONNA: Come here. Listen, and then tell me where she belongs.

DOCTOR: Two hearts.

DONNA: Exactly.

“The problem is, you see, I'm still running on half memories. Kind of like a diary with some of the months torn out. I know what I'm doing up to June, but July's a whole new ballgame.”

“You know, Barbara -- the more we travel with the Doctor,-- the more I'm convinced that he's simply trying to kill us in a variety of inventive ways.”

“ (To the Doctor) Wells and I? We get to have tea with the queen. You? You get to be strapped to a dissection table.”

“I've spent so many years alone, I still find it difficult to trust people. But, you know, they're not all out to get us, and sometimes I forget that. Sometimes visitors to this world just need a friend. Come on. Let's go.”

TRICKSTER: Doctor.

(Back in its black robe.)

DOCTOR: Ah. You look better in black. Or is white the new black?

TRICKSTER: At last. Doctor. I could feel this moment reverberating back through the ages. The meeting of the Pantheon of Discord and the last of the Time Lords.

DOCTOR: I've known the legends of the Pantheon since I was a little boy. I've fought your shadows and your changelings. I never thought we'd actually meet.

TRICKSTER: And I know the legends of the Doctor. The man of ice and fire, who walked among gods, who once held the Key to Time in his hands. Now he is surrounded by children.

(Clyde rehearses his call.)

CLYDE: Hi, Mum. Everything's cool. Just bedding down for the night in the old haunted house. I haven't seen any ghosts yet but I reckon they're on a skeleton staff. And yes, we've had dinner. We had ghoulash.

REGISTRAR: Good afternoon, everyone, I'm the Superintendent Registrar. We are here today to witness the marriage of Sarah Jane Smith and Peter Anthony Dalton. In each other's company they have found happiness, fulfillment and love, and they wish to affirm their relationship with this marriage. Now, I have to ask this question. If any person can show just cause or impediment why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

(She is almost drowned out by the TARDIS engines. The Tenth Doctor runs in.)

DOCTOR: Stop this wedding now!

HARDING: Ever since man first drew on cave walls, all any artist ever wanted to do was breathe life into what they created. Can't you appreciate the wonder of what has happened today?

CLYDE: Can't you appreciate that she's nuts?

MONA LISA: Standing right here, boys.

WILF: You said your people could change, like, your whole body.

DOCTOR: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away, and I'm dead.

DOCTOR: Wait. Hang on. I know what I need. I need, I need, I need fish fingers and custard.

(The Doctor contentedly dips the fish fingers into a bowl of custard and eats, while Amelia has ice cream)

AMY: But why would I choose to forget?

MANDY: Because everyone does. Everyone chooses the Forget button.

DOCTOR: Did you?

MANDY; I'm not eligible to vote yet. I'm twelve. Any time after you're sixteen, you're allowed to the see the film and make your choice. And then once every five years.

DOCTOR: And once every five years, everyone chooses to forget what they've learned. Democracy in action.

AMY: You look human.

DOCTOR: No, you look Time Lord. We came first.

DOCTOR: Look, three options. One, I let the Star Whale continue in unendurable agony for hundreds more years. Two, I kill everyone on this ship. Three, I murder a beautiful, innocent creature as painlessly as I can. And then I find a new name, because I won't be the Doctor any more.

LIZ: There must be something we can do, some other way.

DOCTOR: Nobody talk to me. Nobody human has anything to say to me today!

DALEK: Would you care for some tea?

BRACEWELL: That would be very nice, thank you.

AMY: Hey, Paisley. Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?

BRACEWELL: What?

AMY: It hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt.

BRACEWELL: I really shouldn't talk about her.

AMY: Oh. There's a her.

DREAM LORD: You can't fool me. I've seen your dreams. Some of them twice. Amy. Blimey, I'd blush if I had a blood supply-- or a real face.

DOCTOR: Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?

DREAM LORD: Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground.

DOCTOR: Am I?

DREAM LORD: If you had any more tawdry quirks you could open up a Tawdry Quirk Shop. The madcap vehicle, the cockamamie hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student. I'm surprised you haven't got a little purple space dog just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are.

(Amy waddles out.)

DOCTOR: Oh, way-hey! You've swallowed a planet.

AMY: I'm pregnant.

DOCTOR: You're huge.

AMY: Yeah, I'm pregnant.

DOCTOR: Look at you. When worlds collide.

AMY: Doctor, I'm pregnant.

DOCTOR: Oh, look at you both. Five years later and you haven't changed a bit, apart from age and size.

AMY: Oh, it's good to see you, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Are you pregnant?

Ian: None of us has betrayed your friendship, Alexander. Because we are all innocent.

Alexander: Is that all you have to say?

Ian: Yes. You cannot support innocence with a million flowery words. Innocence stands out on its own, like a beacon. Maybe you can't see it now, but one day you will. And if you kill us, on that day, you will regret the injustice.

ALEX: I mean, he's scared to death of everything.

DOCTOR: Pantaphobia.

ALEX: What?

DOCTOR: That's what it's called. Pantaphobia. Not a fear of pants though, if that's what you're thinking. It's a fear of everything. Including pants, I suppose, in that case.

HANDBOT: Apalapucia is under planet-wide quarantine. This is a kindness facility for those infected with Chen Seven.

(The Doctor covers his mouth and nose with his coat lapel.)

DOCTOR: What?

RORY: Chen Seven, hmm?

DOCTOR: The one day plague.

RORY: What, you get it for a day?

DOCTOR: No, you get it, and you die in a day.

(The doors open to reveal two large armoured creatures backlight by a very bright light.)

BRIAN: Not possible.

DOCTOR: Run!

(The gang run away, except the Doctor.)

AMY: Doctor!

DOCTOR: I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship!

(Amy grabs the Doctor and pulls him away from the ankylosaurs.)

(Brian produces a trowel and starts digging in the sand.)

RORY: Did you just have that on you?

BRIAN: Of course. What sort of man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list.

RORY: Dad, I'm thirty one. I don't have a Christmas list any more.

DOCTOR: I do!

(The piano playing and the conversations stop dead when our trio walk in. The Doctor goes to the bar.)

DOCTOR: Tea. But the strong stuff. Leave the bag in.

(A man in a top hat starts measuring the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: But I don't need a new suit.

ABRAHAM: I'm the undertaker, sir.

(Her gun fires again.)

AMY: I didn't mean to do that.

(So Isaac fires to get everyone's attention.)

ISAAC: Everyone who isn't an American, drop your gun.

(Rory is marched in at gunpoint by UNIT soldiers)

RORY: There are soldiers all over my house, and I'm in my pants!

AMY: My whole life I've dreamed of saying that, and I miss it by being someone else.

Mary: What ya' doin'?

Romana: Trying some escapology.

Mary: You're a magician?

Romana: I said trying. Not succeeding.

Muffin Man: Muffins! Here's yer muffins!

Doctor: You know, I can't believe it! It's still the same muffin man. He hasn't changed a bit! Who sells muffins for ten years, eh? Where's the career structure; what's his life plan? The lack of ambition! Admirable. Enjoying it, Litefoot?

Litefoot: [makes eating noises]. We really must stop meeting like this, Doctor. If we eat muffins after every adventure, it won't be the monsters that finish me off, it'll be my waistline!

GIRL: I'm always losing things. I lost my best pencil, my schoolbag, and my gran, and my mojo.

DOCTOR: Your mojo?

GIRL: I got it back, though.

DOCTOR: Hey, that's good.

GIRL: My mum says I shouldn't talk to strange men.

DOCTOR: Ah, you mum's right.

GIRL: Are you strange?

DOCTOR: Oh, dear. I'm way past strange. I think I'm probably incredible.

MONK: Is it an evil spirit?

DOCTOR: A woman.

(The monk crosses himself.)

“Oh, Jack. Just because something's imaginary doesn't mean it can't hurt you.”

“Oh, this is brilliant. I'm so clever already, and now I'm a million times more clever. And what a brain. Not a human brain, not even slightly human. I mean, I'm going to have to completely rework the neural interface, but this is going to be the most efficient Cyberplanner. Not a great name, that, is it? I could call myself Mister Clever. So much raw data. Time Lords. There's information on the Time Lords in here. Oh, this is just dreamy.”

CUTHBERT: I know that these people [the rebels] are a pain in my backside, but I wasn't suggesting you murder them all. I mean, I've got me popularity ratings to worry about, ever since the smears President Moorkurk put about after that Laan buisness, it's been a long, hard struggle to get my approval ratings back up.

DALEKS: DALEKS ARE NOT CONCERNED WITH POPULARITY!

CUTHBERT: Yeah, well, maybe you should be.

ROMANA: We both know that I'm more qualified to work on antique TARDISes than you are.

DOCTOR: Antique? I'll have you know my TARDIS is far better than any standard Type 40. I've put in a lot of loving care and attention. She's- she's virtually custom-built.

ROMANA: Custom built? I believe the relevant Terran phrase you're looking for is 'jerry-built.'

DOCTOR: Shh! Don't listen to her old girl, don't listen! She doesn't know what she's saying.

CHIDAK: Can't your robot--K9-- can't he move a little bit more quietly?

Romana: K9?

K9: Adopting stealth mode, Mistress.

ROMANA: Why haven't you ever done that before, K9?

K9: No one ever asked, Mistress.

OREN: How could they have done such a thing, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Fear can drive the mind to accept the most hideous prospects. Fear of death, of extinction. It can overrule mercy, reason, even sanity, if you allow it.

GRACE: This is your 'Just one trip'? You take me someplace with an excruciating moral dilemma?

DOCTOR: Not every place I go is as pleasant as San Fransisco, Grace.

Jago: I just had the most terrible dream.

Litefoot: Really?

Jago: Yeah. We were on Venus with these women who had green fur. Then we were in America, then the exotic year of 1968.

Litefoot: That wasn't a dream.

Freud: So the question I'm asking myself is this: What does this baboon signify?

Jago: Well, sometimes a baboon is just a baboon.

Freud: Nein, Herr Jago. In the realm of dreams, a baboon is never just a baboon. Not ever.

Anna: Stand aside everyone, stand aside. It won't bite you unless...

(A man screams)

Anna: Unless you do that, sir.

“I'm having a dream, in which I'm being asked about another dream, in which I dreamt I was having a dream. There. There's probably a word for that.”

Drucker: I wish to speak with you, Professor.

Litefoot: It's late. And I'm not in the habit of conversing with unfamiliar men in the street. I suggest that you find a more civilized time and place to discuss whatever it is that brings you here tonight.

Drucker: Not so fast, Professor.

Litefoot: Ah. I feared it might be like that.

Drucker: Now, Professor, I hope you're not going to make this difficult.

Litefoot: I rather think that depends, sir, on what it is you have in mind.

Drucker: [Laughs] I like you Prof. You've got spirit.

Litefoot: I have a cane, too. And I'm not afraid to wield it!

(On Jago)

Litefoot: He could be insufferable, you know.

Quick: Oh, I know. But he always meant well.

Litefoot: But my father once told me that 'he means well' is the most damning thing you can say about anyone. But in Henry's case, he really did care.Under that bluster and pomposity beat a heart of pure gold.

DOCTOR: This is Clara, not my assistant. She's, er, some other word.

CLARA: I'm his carer.

DOCTOR: Yeah, my carer. She cares so I don't have to.

CLARA: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! It is, isn't it? You found him. You actually found Robin Hood.

(Clara goes very girlish and giggly.)

DOCTOR: That is not Robin Hood.

ROBIN: Well then, who, sir, is about to relieve you of your magic box?

(Robin draws his long sword. The Doctor walks onto the bridge.)

DOCTOR: Nobody, sir. Not in this universe or the next.

ROBIN: Well then, draw your sword and prove your words.

DOCTOR: I have no sword. I don't need a sword.

(The Doctor opens his coat and turns to prove it.)

DOCTOR: Because I am the Doctor.

(He dons a gauntlet.)

DOCTOR: And this is my spoon. En garde!

CLARA: You can't do this. You cannot pass yourself off as a real person among actual people.

DOCTOR: I lived among otters once for a month. Well, I sulked. River and I, we had this big fight...

CLARA: Human beings are not otters!

DOCTOR: Exactly. It'll be even easier.

DOCTOR: I don't suppose it really matters now. You are monsters. That is the role you seem determined to play. So it seems I must play mine.

(The Doctor steps out of the TARDIS. Clara, Rigsy and Fenton come down the ladder.)

DOCTOR: The man that stops the monsters. I'm sending you back to your own dimension. Who knows? Some of you may even survive the trip. And, if you do, remember this. You are not welcome here. This plane is protected. I am the Doctor.

(He turns, and Clara throws him the sonic screwdriver.)

DOCTOR: And I name you The Boneless.

“Honestly, the more unsociable I am, the more people try to get in touch. I should try reverse psychology. Be friendly.”

“A corporation is a very special kind of monster.”

CLARA: English?

DOCTOR: No, Scottish. I mean Gallifreyan! See, I've got it now. Pudding-Brain Disease! What kind of pudding will my brain turn into? Baked Alaska? Blancmange? Rhubharb Crumble?

CLARA: We can only hope.

“For example, there might be another Earth where dinosaurs didn't suffer an extinction event... And after millennia of evolution, are sitting in gentlesaurs' clubs, smoking cigars, drinking port and saying 'top of the morning to you, Rex, old boy.'”

“Fan fiction, Jones me old mate who currently can't hear me, brilliant, isn't it? Keeps ideas alive. I love a bit of cosplay, me.”

JACK: Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine. We haven't been introduced.

DOCTOR: Allow me. Captain Jack Harkness. Known superpowers: flirting and... well, that's it, really.

“This is where I'm supposed to start spouting all the usual cliches, isn't it? 'Where am I?' 'What is this place?'. Sorry, not going to happen. And you might as well show yourself. Time-tot hide and seek champion, me. Forty-two years on the trot. No hiding place was safe. Used to drive The Rani nuts.”

“What are you after? The lost city of Sakkrat's post code? Colonel Sanders' secret ingredient?”

"You asked me about revenge. But I didn't finish telling you. The man who killed my father. Yes, there was a time I wanted to murder him. So much. You and I both know what that feels like.

"Nyssa" the Doctor said in a tiny, sad voice.

"But you see, I had to forgive him."

"Forgive him!" Patrick's face twisted with disgust.

"Yes. Not for what it would do for the murderer, but for what it would do for me."

Clara sighed happily. 'I thought I was going to miss my sunset.'

'A day on Venus lasts 116.75 Earth days,' said the Doctor. 'The sunsets are a sublimely leisurely experience. Plenty of time.'

'It looks like a melting ice cream.'

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

“Doctor, you're the biggest gambler I've ever met. Daleks, Cybermen, Fractures, Hyperions. You gamble all the time--with your own life! And mine!”

“She's telling the truth. Just listen to her! Both of you! She says that [the Doctor is in danger], you don't get all 'What's her problem?' You get into it, start taking it apart. We're Doctor people, ladies.”

“So now all right, okay -- we're going to have some kind of 'Multi-Doctor... Event!' Whether you like it or not!”

“Why is it, Ellen, that in a world where we already have so much to contend with, we find ourselves additionally accursed by the failings of men?”

“Stop the party, I want to GET OFF!”

“There's this emperor and he asks this shepherd's boy, how many seconds in eternity? And the shepherd's boy says there's this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it! Every hundred years, a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiselled away, the first second of eternity will have passed! You must think that's a hell of a long time. Personally, I think that's a hell of a bird.”

(He finds a spade with soil on it leaning against the inner wall.)

DOCTOR: Oh, what's this? Well, are you gardeners? I hate gardening! What sort of a person has a power complex about flowers? It's dictatorship for inadequates. Or to put it another way, it's dictatorship.

It [mindlink with Zhe] changed me. My awareness expanded somehow, opened up. It's still opening, even now the effects of that link have worn off. Like my sixth sense is working overtime...

...which, I guess, is a helluva lot better than working overtime as a waitress in my Dad's restaurant.

“I offer you all the wisdom of the Lords of Time at your fingertips and all you want is better fishing.”

“Invasion Earth* and had insisted on watching it. They nearly derailed the negotiations by shouting, cheering, and joining in, and they had spent the next hour calling each other Dr. Who and talking like Peter Cushing.”

[On the First Doctor]

"I soon found myself distracted by the Doctor. He was sat in a chair beside a large, blue box that looked very out of place in the trench. It had the words 'Police Public Call Box' written across the top above the doors. But neither the chair nor the box seemed as out of place as the man himself. His hair was white, his face lined with age. He was clearly too old for service, but there was something more to him than that. Somehow, he seemed to be the antithesis of the war itself, an incarnation of absolute peace, as forceful as the total war waging in the world around him.

“"I stood in the console room, my hands hovering over the door control. A part of me wanted to run, to go and find something wonderful and incredible and fun to see. To remind myself of the wonders of history, rather than the horrors. But the turbulence in the time vortex around the war had grown too great to ignore. 'Somebody has to do something about it.' I said to myself as I opened the doors. 'I can't keep putting it off forever'. So I stepped out of the TARDIS into the last days of the First World War."”

'Then why bring me back here!' Caxton asked. His voice was desperate, pleading. 'Why bring me back here if I'm not supposed to stop it! Does someone hate me that much?'

'Time doesn't hate.' I said. 'It doesn't think, or feel, or care. Time is implacable, immovable, unchangeable, and eternal. It isn't cruel, or kind. It just is.'

(Add Thomas Caxton Tag?)

DOCTOR: Where were we? We need as much intel as we can get. If we're going to protect Rosa, we need to know the facts of her life. Home address, daily routine, where she works, the routes she takes, and the church she attends. Also, the name of the driver she refused.

GRAHAM: I know that. It's James Blake.

RYAN: How do you know that?

GRAHAM: Well, your Nan, when she found out I was a bus driver, said to me, you'd better not be like James Blake. Blake the snake, that's what she called him. And I had to ask her who he was and she just said he gave all bus drivers a bad name.

YASMIN: She said that when you'd only just met?

GRAHAM: Yeah.

“The driver let me on at the front of the bus. What does that mean for where I sit? Obviously not a lot of Pakistani heritage around here. Does coloured just mean black in 1955? Guess I'll park my South Asian-Mexican backside in the white section, then, and let's see what happens. Riding the bus in Montgomery. Good times.”

“I knew that the Doctor would never really let me come to real harm. Although as we approached the very depths of Rotten Cobs, I couldn't help remembering all the terrible times when he had let really awful things happen to me. In Chroma, for instance. And Paris. And that moon with all the robots, and all kinds of places. It wasn't quite true that he was there to whisk me out of peril. Sometimes Mrs. Wibbsey has to come to her own rescue.”

“"He wished he could believe that the Doctor knew exactly what he was doing, but he was beginning to suspect that the fellow just did whatever occurred to him, whenever it happened to occur."”

'My people constructed huge bowships that could fire massive stakes made of incorruptible metal through the enormous black hearts of these creatures. The mistake we made, because fundamentally my people are very lazy, was making these bowships intelligent.

'Intelligent?' repeated MacFarlane. 'Is that even possible?'

'Everything is possible in an infinite universe. But yes, artificial intelligence is a thing. Not necessarily a good thing, though as we found. Some of the bowships refused to cooperate, and some went rogue. Some unionized, and refused to attack any Great Vampires without adequate compensation and guarantees of survival. And some developed ways of dealing with the Great Vampires that we hadn't anticipated. That, I'm afraid, is what we're dealing with here.'

“It's always premature to declare victory. There's always someone or something to carry on the fight.”

[Lorraine slaps the Doctor on the cheek]

"'How dare you pretend to be Mr. Revere!'

The Doctor rubbed his face. 'I never pretended to be Spalding Revere. It's hard enough trying to keep track of all of me at the best of times without pretending to be other people.'"

He [The Doctor] thinks I take him where he wants to go. But. I'll let you into a secret, shall I?

I take him where he needs to be. Which is sometimes also where he wants to be. But not always.

London 1965, for instance. I could have got there in a second. If only he'd asked nicely. If only he hadn't been having fun. If only he hadn't been learning a lesson. About who he really needed to be, not who he wanted to be. But there we go – the old man had run away from his people intent on being a wanderer and never interfering. Instead those two schoolteachers taught him more about himself than he'd have learned in a thousand years of walking alone in eternity.

“"You can have faith,' insisted the Doctor. 'Just don't use it as an excuse to do evil.'”