DOCTOR: I killed the Doctor for the notion of peace! For the notion that tyranny and evil must be fought, that the continued freedom of others was worth more than his life. And he wasn't the only one! So yes, I hope if I'm ever given the chance to end this war, I'd take it. Whatever the cost. However cruel it is in that moment, I pray I'm weak enough to sink to the level of my enemies. That I reject all I've ever stood for so that everything I've spent my lives defending can flourish again.

ALISTAIR: And if you have to kill millions to do it?

DOCTOR: Then I kill millions. And I pray to whatever deities are left in creation that it kills me too.

DOCTOR: Do you know how lonely you are? You live in a great, big, giant spaceship and there aren't any chairs! And you haven't even noticed because nobody ever comes round!

DOCTOR: We're binary.

DONNA: She's not, because the Doctor's…

DOCTOR: ..male…

DONNA: ..and female.

ROSE: And neither. And more.

FOURTH DOCTOR: I am essentially a pacifist. Though that does sometimes involve blowing things up.

DOCTOR: Blaming the Universe is the only way I can get out of bed in the morning.

FIRST DOCTOR: There is good and there is evil. I left Gallifrey to answer a question of my own. By any analysis, evil should always win. Good is not a practical survival strategy - it requires loyalty, self-sacrifice and love. And so, why does good prevail? What keeps the balance between good and evil in this appalling universe? Is there some kind of logic? Some mysterious force?

BILL: Perhaps it's just... a bloke.

FIRST DOCTOR: A... bloke?

BILL: Yeah! Perhaps it's just some bloke, wandering around, putting everything right when it goes wrong.

FIRST DOCTOR: Well, that would be a nice story, wouldn't it?

BILL: That would be the best.

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

DOCTOR: 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.

DOCTOR: Hey, do you mind if I tell you a story? One you might not have heard. All the elements in your body were forged many, many millions of years ago, in the heart of a far away star that exploded and died. That explosion scattered those elements across the desolations of deep space. After so, so many millions of years, these elements came together to form new stars and new planets. And on and on it went. The elements came together and burst apart, forming shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. Until eventually, they came together to make you. You are unique in the universe. There is only one Merry Gejelh. And there will never be another.

DOCTOR: I'm not running away. But this is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them before they flare and fade forever. And it's all right. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while.

DALEK TIME CONTROLLER: (speaker) You will surrender.

LUCIE MILLER: Not likely, mate. You come here, you mess up my planet, you mess up my life, and now you say you're going to kill the best bloke I ever met? You think I'm going to just, what, bleedin' surrender? Well, all I can say is you don't know me. You don't know me at all. And just in case you wanted to know who it was who blew you to pieces, the name is Lucie Miller. You got that? Lucie bleedin' Miller!

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.

DOCTOR: Lucie, there's a lot of darkness out there. Some of it where Orbis used to be. But you know something? We wouldn't notice any of it if it weren't for all those little pinpricks of light; planets and stars. And that's where I go whenever I feel sad. The next bit of light in the darkness. Keep on moving. Never look back. Well, hardly ever.

TOSH: Owen, just stay calm.

OWEN: Oh, why should I do that? Where's the fun in that? I'm gonna rage my way to oblivion.

TOSH: Please don't.

OWEN: Why? Give me one good bloody reason why. One good reason why I shouldn't keep screaming.

TOSH: Because you're breaking my heart.

LUCIE: What did you say it stood for again? Time And Relative Dimensions...

THE DOCTOR: Yes..

LUCIE: Time And Relative Dimensions In Shed.

THE DOCTOR: That is not what is stands for.

LUCIE: Yes it does. It's a shed.

CHARLEY: Oh dear. I hope this isn't going to be like one of those Edgar Allan Poe stories where there's a good twin and an evil twin, and the evil twin–

DOCTOR #1: Don't talk nonsense. This can hardly be good-twin-evil-twin when there are three of us! Clearly I got the brains, that one got the brain damage and you, what did you get?

DOCTOR #2: The manners.

DOCTOR: I didn't expect to care for you as much as I did. That was my mistake. When it came to it, with the Web of Time hanging in the balance, having to make a choice between you and the universe, I'd say hang the Web of Time, you're more important. Let the universe rot. Charley, you're worth more than all that. I sacrificed myself for you, to save your life. And I did it gladly. I thought I'd never see you again. That it wouldn't matter so long as I knew you were safe.

CHARLEY: I don't understand. You're saying you did care for me, after all. That you loved me.

DOCTOR: Of course I loved you! I killed myself for you, didn't I? Of course I loved you. Of course I love you.

DOCTOR: It's one of the most beautiful things about lady time isn't it? How nothings constant, how everything decays and changes.

CHARLOTTE: You call that wonderful?

DOCTOR: I call it absolutely beautiful. How would it be if everything was always the same? If you never got too big for your dresses? If you never got to pass them onto your sister? If the rainy autumn lasted forever and spring never came? At least I change. I'm stumbling my way through bodies like I own a particularly dangerous bicycle. Grayle never changes, not inside, not who he is. So time piles on top of him and kills everything good. No one should have to go through that.

COMPASSION: Remember that the Doctor isn't perfect, either.

FITZ: I know that.

COMPASSION: You dote on the Doctor, Fitz. You haven't worked it out yet, how he tolerates us. Humans are just the Time Lords' embarrassing relations. Isn't it how you'd feel if you had to travel round with only the inferior species for company?

FITZ: You make us sound like pets. Is that your big idea, Compassion? We're the Doctor's pets?

COMPASSION: Yes. But it's like the difference between cats and dogs. A dog thinks, My owner loves me and feeds me and takes care of me, so he must be god. A cat thinks, My owner loves me and feeds me and takes care of me so I must be god. He's got you to sit up and beg, like a well-trained dog. Well, he won't change me.

The Doctor slumped on the leather seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Fitz stared, unsure what else to say. The hunched shape looked so vulnerable that Fitz wanted to stoop down and hug him until the pain went away, until the shaking stopped and the real Doctor returned.

I remember being in San Francisco and it was New Year. I kissed a woman in a park. She was dressed in some satiny stuff and the trees were strung with fairy lights. I kissed her. Quite impulsive for me, jamming my face right into hers, feeling her relax into me. I hardly knew the woman.

I kissed her because she'd just given me back part of my memory. She had restored it to me with just an inadvertent word. I wonder if I could somehow find her again and she could tell me more?

Grace, Grace, Grace, she was called.

I.M. FOREMAN: You’ve never been a woman, have you?

DOCTOR: I’m not sure I’ve ever even been a man.

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?

POLICEMAN: Sir, ma'am, go back to your vehicle.

GRACE: What? Stop! He's er, he's British.

DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I am. Jelly baby, officer?

POLICEMAN: Jelly baby?

GRACE: Just take it.

(The policeman takes a sweet and sniffs it while the Doctor makes lip-smacking noises. When he bites into it, the Doctor takes his gun and points it at his own chest.)

DOCTOR: Now, would you stand aside before I shoot myself.