Martha: The air would have been sucked out...
The Doctor: Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What's your name?
Martha: Martha.
The Doctor: Martha what?
Martha: Jones.

Martha: You're taking me to the same planets you took her?
The Doctor: What's wrong with that?
Martha: Nothing. Just a bit of a rebound.

Martha: You've got your faith. You've got your songs and your hymns. And I've got the Doctor.

Martha: But what did he mean? The Face of Boe? That you're not alone?
The Doctor: I don't know.
Martha: You’ve got me, is that what he meant?
The Doctor: I don't think so. Sorry.
Martha: Then what?
The Doctor: It doesn't matter.

The Doctor: I hate this suit. Something bad always seems to happen when I wear it.
Martha: It's not the outfit, it's just you.

Martha: I can't just be a passenger anymore.

The Doctor: Well you were never really just a passenger were you?

Martha: I'm coming back.

Tom Milligan: How long since you were last in Britain?
Martha: 365 days. It's been a long year.

Martha: I traveled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you, living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that's wrong because my name isn't important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is the Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I've seen him, I know him, I love him. And I know what he can do.

The Doctor: Martha Jones, you saved the world.
Martha: Yes I did. I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good.

Martha: I'll see you again, Mister.

The Doctor: Martha, Donna. Donna, Martha. Please, don't fight. I can't bear fighting.
Donna: You wish. I've heard all about you. He talks about you all the time.
Martha: I dread to think.
Donna: No no, he says nice things. Good things. Nice things. Really good things.
Martha: Oh my god, he's told you everything.
Donna: Didn't take long to get over it, though. Who's the lucky man?
The Doctor: What man? Lucky what?
Donna: She's engaged, you prawn.

Martha: Oh, I love this bit.
Donna: I thought you wanted to go home.
Martha: I know. But, all the same. It's that feeling you get.

Martha: Who's that?
Rose: My name's Rose. Rose Tyler.
Martha: Oh my god, he found you.

The Doctor to Jack: I told you! No teleport. And Martha, get rid of that Osterhagen thing. Eh? Save the world one more time.
Martha: Consider it done.

Mickey and Martha
Mickey: I told you to stay behind.
Martha: You looked like you needed help. Besides, you're the one that persuaded me to go freelance.
Mickey: Yeah, but— we're being fired at by a Sontoran. In a dump []And this is no place for a married woman.
Martha: Well then. You shouldn't have married me.