DOCTOR: Oh, the blossomiest blossom. That's the only sad thing. I want to know what happens next. Right, then. Doctor Whoever-I'm-about-to-be. Tag, you're it.

DOCTOR: Never be cruel. Never be cowardly. Hate is always foolish. Love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind.

DOCTOR: Winning? Is that what you think it's about? I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because, because I want to blame someone. It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there's no point in any of this at all, but it's the best I can do, so I'm going to do it. And I will stand here doing it till it kills me. You're going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?

BILL: So, the Time Lords, bit flexible on the whole man-woman thing, then, yeah?

DOCTOR: We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe. We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes.

BILL: But you still call yourselves Time Lords?

DOCTOR: Yeah. Shut up.

DOCTOR: It doesn't matter what the Hybrid is. It only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise they'd have kicked me out, I'd have had nothing left to bargain with.

CLARA: What were you bargaining for?

DOCTOR: What do you think? You. I had to find a way to save you.

CLARA: No. Why would you even do that? I was dead! I was dead and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?

DOCTOR: I had a duty of care.

DOCTOR: The human race, you're obsessed. You all need to get a hobby.

CLARA: I've got a hobby, thanks. It's you, by the way.

DOCTOR: I'm so sick of losing.

CLARA: You didn't lose. You saved the town.

DOCTOR: I don't mean the war. I'll lose any war you like. I'm sick of losing people.

DOCTOR: Immortality isn't living forever. That's not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens, I believe.

BENNETT: Wait, you're going to go back in time? How do you do that?

DOCTOR: Extremely well.

CLARA: And now it's time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking twelve's.

RHYS: So, what do you think's causing it?

GWEN: I can't say. Top secret.

RHYS: You haven't got a clue, have you?

GWEN: No idea.

CLEM: What's that thing?

GWEN: The technical name is a gizmo.

OWEN: I infected the rat with a combination of the Vorax and the Suranium gas traces we found at the crash site and the nightclub.

TOSH: Looks fine so far.

OWEN: Once the gases start to flow round the body, the party really starts. The heart rate triples. The brain swells, pressing against the skull. As that keeps going, the lungs began to shrink, making it impossible to breathe. The pressure increases on all the internal organs until

(The rat goes Splat.)

OWEN: Rat jam.

JACK: Just my luck. I climb through two miles of ventilation shafts, chasing life signs on this thing, and who do I find? Mickey Mouse.

MICKEY: You can talk, Captain Cheesecake.

SARAH: So there's three of you?

ROSE: Three Doctors?

JACK: I can't tell you what I'm thinking right now.

IANTO: Put Jack on right now.

JOHN: Eye candy! That was so masterful, so bossy, so basically powerless.

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.

GWEN: On your knees.

JOHN: Honestly, it's just sex, sex, sex with you people.

CHRISTINA: Your eyes are older than your face.

JACK: Is that a bad thing?

CHRISTINA: Yes. It means you don't belong. It means you're from nowhere.

JACK: Found your diary.

IANTO: Yep, been looking for that.

JACK: And for the record, measuring tapes never lie.

RHYS: Well, if you stopped and asked me what I saw in there, instead of showing off around the place

JACK: Do I show off?

IANTO: Just a bit.

RHYS: You'd know I got out by telling them I wanted a job as a delivery boy. So rather than cock things up, I've found you a way to get in. But if you can't handle that, big boy, then you can stuff it.

JACK: This is quite homoerotic.

GWEN: Excuse me. Have you seen a Blowfish driving a sports car?

(The woman points down the road.)

GWEN: Thank you.

(They drive on.)

WOMAN: Bloody Torchwood.

JOHN: I think I'm starting to see what he likes about this place. She's beautiful, he's stunning.

GWEN: Don't you ever stop?

JOHN: What, five minutes to live and you want me to behave? Oh, that's gorgeous.

GWEN: That's a poodle.

JOHN: That's nice.