DOCTOR: I'm the Doctor, by the way. What's your name?

ROSE: Rose.

DOCTOR: Nice to meet you, Rose. Run for your life!

“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.”

“Of course we should interfere. Always do what you’re best at, that’s what I say.”

“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.”

SETH: If we don't pay tribute, the Nimon will destroy us.

ROMANA: Sounds like an insecure personality to me.

SETH: He lives in the power complex.

ROMANA: That fits.

“Optimism. Belief that everything will work out well. Irrational, bordering on insane.”

DOCTOR: The Daleks have failed! Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct. Rid the Universe of your filth. Why don't you just die?

DALEK: You would make a good Dalek.

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling round the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go. That's who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.”

“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.

“You know, one day, just one day, maybe, I'm going to meet someone who gets the whole ‘don't wander off’ thing. Nine hundred years of phone box travel, it's the only thing left to surprise me.”

“Amazing. 1941. Right now, not very far from here, the German war machine is rolling up the map of Europe. Country after country, falling like dominoes. Nothing can stop it. Nothing. Until one, tiny, damp little island says no. No. Not here. A mouse in front of a lion. You're amazing, the lot of you. Don't know what you do to Hitler, but you frighten the hell out of me. Off you go then do what you've got to do. Save the world.”

DOCTOR: Relax, he's a fifty first century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.

ROSE: How flexible?

DOCTOR: Well, by his time, you lot have spread out across half the galaxy.

ROSE: Meaning?

DOCTOR: So many species, so little time.

ROSE: What, that's what we do when we get out there? That's our mission? We seek new life, and, and-

DOCTOR: Dance.

“Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once, everybody lives!”

“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.”

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.

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.

“So, physics. Physics, eh? Physics. Physics. Physics! Physics. Physics, physics, physics, physics, physics, physics, physics. I hope one of you is getting all this down.”

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.

“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.”

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.

IDRIS: The Lord Mayor says thank you for popping by. She'd love to have a chat, but, er, she's up to her eyes in paperwork. Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week?

DOCTOR: She's climbing out of the window, isn't she?

IDRIS: Yes, she is.

DOCTOR: You let one of them go, but that's nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim's spared because she smiled, because he's got freckles, because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction, you happen to be kind.

MARGARET: Only a killer would know that. Is that right? From what I've seen, your funny little happy go lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many peoples lives, you might as well be a god. And you're right, Doctor. You're absolutely right. Sometimes you let one go. Let me go.

KARUNA: He was with her.

PANNA: Impossible. Was he present when you opened the box?

DOCTOR: Yes. Most enlightening.

PANNA: What's he babbling about? No male can open the Box of Jhana without being driven out of his mind. It is well known. Unless. Is he an idiot?

KARUNA: Are you an idiot?

DOCTOR: Well, I suppose I must be. I have been called one many

PANNA: Keep silent, idiot.

DOCTOR: Yes.

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.

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

DOCTOR: Extremely well.

DOCTOR: Grace, let me in. We can sit down, we can have a cup of tea, we can talk about this reasonably.

GRACE: Sure, Time lord to Earthling.

DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. I am a Time Lord.

GRACE: I thought you were a doctor.

DOCTOR: I thought you were a doctor!

GRACE: I am calling an ambulance to take you back to Psychiatric from which you have obviously escaped!

YATES: Fancy a dance, Brigadier?

BRIGADIER: It's kind of you, Captain Yates. I think I'd rather have a pint.

DOCTOR: We all make mistakes sometimes, don't we, K9?

K9: Negative.

DOCTOR: A meteor storm. The sky above us was dancing with lights. Purple, green and brilliant yellow! Yes!

GRACE: What?

DOCTOR: These shoes! They fit perfectly. Yes.

“We're in Cardiff. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice. Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native.”

MICKEY: You're working! Okay, no time to explain. we need to get inside the school. Do you have like, I don't know, a lock picking device?

K9: We are in a car.

MICKEY: Maybe a drill attachment?

K9: We are in a car.

MICKEY: Fat lot of good you are.

K9: We are in a car.

MICKEY: Wait a second. We're in a car.

(The TARDIS materialises in the TARDIS-sized gap between a pair of cargo containers. For once, she gets the door on the wrong side. The Doctor can't get out.)

DOCTOR: Ah.

(He turns her ninety degrees while a train whizzes along the track between the open ground and the housing estate.)

DOCTOR: Ah!

KEL: Whoa, wait, wait, wait. You just removed a council axe from a council van. Put it back. No, don't, wait. Put the axe back in the van. That's my van. Give me the axe. No! Wait! No!

(Rose starts digging up the pothole.)

KEL: No! You, stop! You just took a council axe from a council van and now you're digging up a council road! I'm reporting you to the council!

(Rose finds the tiny spaceship.)

ROSE: It went for the hottest thing in the street. Your tar.

KEL: What is it?

ROSE: It's a spaceship. Not a council spaceship, I'm afraid.

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.

IANTO: Lisa, please. I brought you here to heal you, so we could be together.

LISA: Together. Yes. Transplant my brain into your body. The two of us together, fused. We'll be one complete person. Isn't that what love is?

IANTO: No.

LISA: Then we are not compatible.

IANTO: You're not Lisa.

ANNIE: You always said you didn't love me for what I looked like. Last time you said that, it was a Saturday. We were hungover. You made cheese toasties, and moaned I hadn't descaled my kettle. That night, we camped on a beach in Brittany. It got so freezing we wore our coats and shared one sleeping bag. When we woke up the next morning, a dog was pissing on our tent. Hold me, Ianto. I need you to hold me. I need you to tell me it's all right.

(A young woman is leading a soldier through the trees.)

MARY: Nearly there. We've been right busy since you lot were billeted here. This your first time? The others been teasing you, is that it? My name's Mary. Mary, like the virgin.

(She starts unbuttoning his tunic. He slaps her, hard.)

MARY: Religious man, are you?

(He slaps her again.)

MARY: I'm not your bloody hound.

(She scratches him and runs.)

SOLDIER: Whore!

(A strange sound is coming from a pulsing light amongst the trees. The soldier is still chasing her, so Mary runs towards it. There is a flash as the soldier approaches, and he draws his flintlock pistol. He aims it at Mary, who is just standing there, smiling.)

SOLDIER: Do whores have prayers?

(He fires.)

GWEN: The leg bone's connected to the hip bone, the hip bone's connected to the something bone

OWEN: Please stop singing. Anything to stop you singing. I don't know what you're laughing at. Stop singing. Please don't sing. Please don't sing. Not listening. Omm.

GWEN: Oh, dem bones

GWEN: As you may remember, at the building site Owen said this was a woman killed by a single gunshot.

OWEN: I'd been there, like, a minute?

GWEN: Since then he's had to tweak some of his initial conclusions. The first being that this isn't, in fact, a woman, but a man.

OWEN: A young man. A very girly man.

GWEN: But still ultimately a man. Then there was the cause of death. Owen said GSW. Ah ahh. The correct answer was

OWEN: Unidentified trauma. But-

TOSH: Unidentified trauma?

GWEN: Mmm. You see it in RTAs, when something like a steering column or a post goes into a body at great velocity. But the one thing that could be ruled out was?

OWEN: Gunshot wound.

GWEN: Gunshot wound. Was there, in fact, any part of your prognosis that was right?

OWEN: I got that it was a skeleton.

GWEN: Yes, you did. Yes, you did.

OWEN: You've just passed the point of-

GWEN: Where did you train? Where did you train? Did you train? Absolutely useless.

TOSH: So, I'm shagging a woman and an alien.

MARY: Which is worse?

TOSH: Well, I know which one my parents would say.

TOSH: What did she? Has she gone home?

JACK: I reset the coordinates.

TOSH: Where to?

JACK: To the centre of the sun. It shouldn't be hot. I mean, we sent her there at night and everything.

TOSH: You killed her.

JACK: Yes.

OWEN: You know, we never gave it a cool name.

TOSH: I thought we called it the Resurrection gauntlet.

OWEN: Cool name.

IANTO: What about the Risen Mitten? I think it's catchy.

(The doors open for them.)

DIANE: How did it do that?

IANTO: It's automatic. It knows you're there.

DIANE: But how?

IANTO: There are wave bouncing detectors which emit radio waves and then look for reflections

DIANE: Bananas!

IANTO: Of course, bananas are far more interesting.

(Add character Diane Holmes)

(Diane holds up her new cigarettes with the warning Smoking Kills.)

DIANE: What does that mean?

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.

GWEN: Ianto?

IANTO: Hello.

GWEN: Sorry. Can you deal with the body when it's cold?

IANTO: My pleasure. And I'll be making sushi.

GWEN: No, the morgue'll do fine, thank you.

JOHN: You're putting on weight.

JACK: You're losing your hair.

JOHN: What are you wearing?

JACK: Captain Jack Harkness, note the stripes.

JOHN: Captain John Hart, note the sarcasm.

JACK: Hey, I worked my way up through the ranks.

JOHN: I bet the ranks were very grateful.

JACK: So, how was rehab?

JOHN: Rehabs. Plural.

JACK: Drink, drugs, sex and-

JOHN: Murder.

JACK: Ha! You went to murder rehab?

JOHN: I know. Ridiculous. The odd kill, who does it hurt?

JACK: You clean now?

JOHN: Yeah, kicked everything. Living like a priest.

JACK: We go back.

JOHN: Excuse me. We more than go back. We were partners.

IANTO: In what way?

JOHN: In every way. And then some.

JACK: It was two weeks.

JOHN: Except that two weeks was trapped in a time loop, so we were together for five years. It was like having a wife.

JACK: You were the wife.

JOHN: You were the wife.

JACK: No, you were the wife.

JOHN: Oh, but I was a good wife.

GWEN: John's right. Sorry. Er, do you prefer John or Captain?

JOHN: With eyes like yours, you can call me Vera, I won't complain.

GWEN: Tosh and Owen, take the north. Ianto and Jack go west. Me and Vera'll take the docks.

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.

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.

JACK: Found your diary.

IANTO: Yep, been looking for that.

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

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.

IANTO: Put Jack on right now.

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

GWEN: On your knees.

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

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.

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.

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.