DOCTOR: They're not your rescuers. They're your replacements. The end point of capitalism. A bottom line where human life has no value at all. We're fighting an algorithm, a spreadsheet. Like every worker, everywhere, we're fighting the suits.

DOCTOR: Human progress isn't measured by industry, it's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species.

DOCTOR: Sorry, sorry, dropped it. Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe. But bad news, everyone, because guess who? Ha! Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I am talking! The question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question. Who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me. No plan, no back up, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else. I don't have anything to lose! So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship, with all your silly little guns, and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.

DOCTOR: I'm the winner. That's who I am. The Time Lord Victorious!

DALEK SEC: This is not war – this is pest control!

URSULA: At least I'll never age. And it really is quite peaceful, you'd be surprised.

ELTON: It's a relationship, of sorts, but we manage. We've even got a bit of a love life.

URSULA: Oh, let's not go into that.

DOCTOR: Just touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right?

DOCTOR: Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life, would you allow its use?

DAVROS: It is an interesting conjecture.

DOCTOR: Would you do it?

DAVROS: The only living thing, a microscopic organism reigning supreme. A fascinating idea.

DOCTOR: But would you do it?

DAVROS: Yes. Yes. To hold in my hand a capsule that contains such power, to know that life and death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything. Yes, I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods. And through the Daleks, I shall have that power!

DOCTOR: Courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.

DOCTOR: One day, I shall come back — yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. Goodbye, Susan, goodbye, my dear.

DOCTOR: We are at... The very beginning. The new start of a solar system. Outside, the atoms are rushing toward each other, fusing, coagulating, until minute little collections of matter are created. And so the process goes on. And on. Until dust is formed. Dust then becomes solid entity, a new birth of a sun! And it's planets!

(The Doctor laughs, gleefully)

DOCTOR: If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?