Christina (Michelle Ryan): So terribly sorry. That card-paying device thing. That's a lobster card, am I right?
Bus Driver: Oyster card.
Christina: Ah that's the problem you see. I only use my oyster when there's an "R" in the month.
Bus Driver: It's April.
Christina: Diamonds. Genuine. Drive.
Bus Driver: Works for me.

Carmen: Lou, can you hear them?
Lou: Hear what sweetheart?
Carmen: The voices. So many voices. Calling to us. Calling so far.
The Doctor: Ah! The little dish is going around.
Christina: Fascinating.
The Doctor: And around. Woah—
Angela: Excuse me, do you mind?
The Doctor: Sorry. That was my little dish.
Christina: Can't you turn that thing off?
The Doctor: What's your name?
Christina: Christina.
The Doctor: Christina. Hold on tight. Everyone, hold on!

Carmen: I'm not going out there. They're still calling. All around us. The voices are cryin'.
Lou: What voices, sweetheart?
Carmen: The dead. We're surrounded by the dead.

Christina: You're called the Doctor?
The Doctor: Yes I am.
Christina: That's not a name, that's a psychological condition.

Lou: She's got a gift. Ever since she was a little girl. She can just tell things. We do the lottery twice a week.
Christina: You don't look like millionaires.
Lou: No. But we win ten pounds. Every week, twice a week, ten pounds. Don't tell me that's not a gift.

Christina: It's Christina DeSouza. To be precise, Lady Christina DeSouza.
The Doctor: Oh. That's handy. 'Cause I'm a Lord.
Christina: Seriously? Lord of where?
The Doctor: It's quite a big estate.

Captain: It's the Doctor.
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: No, I'm alright now, thanks. It's just a bit of a sore throat. I gotta be honest, a cup of tea might be nice.

Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Cor, blimey! I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you. I mean I've read all the files.
The Doctor: Really? What was your favorite? Giant robot? No no! Let's sort out that wormhole.

Dr. Malcolm Taylor: I'm registering an oscillation of 15 Malcolms per second.
The Doctor: Fifteen what?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Fifteen Malcolms. It's my own little term.

The Doctor: You named a unit of measure after yourself?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Well it didn't do Mr. Watt any harm. Furthermore, one hundred Malcolms equals a Bernard.
The Doctor: Who's that, your dad?
Dr. Malcolm Taylor: Don't be ridiculous. That's Quatermass.

The Doctor: Since I've met you Christina we've been through all the extremes.
Christina: That's how I like things. Extreme.

Christina: The aristocracy survives for a reason. We're ready for anything.

Christina: It's over a thousand years old. Worth 18 million pounds. Promise me you'll be careful.
The Doctor: I promise. gingerly lifts the cup from his hands and proceeds to bang the crap out of it
Christina: I hate you.

Carmen: Doctor. You take care now.
The Doctor: You too. Chops and gravy. Lovely.
Carmen: No. You be careful. Because your song is ending, sir.
The Doctor: What d'you mean?
Carmen: It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then Doctor— Oh but then... He will knock four times.

Edward Gold: Was it the Branson Inheritance Fund? They've been talking about a Mars shot for years.
The Doctor: Right. Yes. You've got me. So, I'm the Doctor. And you are?
Captain Brooke: Oh come on, we're the first off-world colonists in history. Everyone on planet Earth knows who we are.
The Doctor: You're the first. The very first humans on Mars. Then this is Bowie Base One.
Captain Brooke: —Bowie Base One.
The Doctor: Number one. Founded July 1, 2058. Established Bowie Base One in the Gusev Crater.

Gold: Maggie, if you want to meet the only new human bring that you're going to see in the next five years better come take a look. A strange noise from the intercom
Brooke: What was that?
The Doctor: Oh, I really should go....

The Doctor using his sonic screwdriver to illuminate the dome: There you go.
Brooke: What's that device?
The Doctor: Screwdriver.
Brooke: You the doctor or the janitor?

Brooke: Keep surveillance until I get back. And close down all water supplies. All pipes and outlets. Don't consume anything. Have you got that everyone? That's an order. Don't drink the water. Don't even touch it. Not one drop.

The Doctor: This thing, whatever it is, doesn't just hide in water. It creates water. to Maggie Tell me what you want.
Yuri Kerenski: She was looking at the screen. At Earth. She wants Earth. A world full of water.

Gold: I'm sorry, but it's an unknown infection and it's spreading. That demands action procedure one.
Brooke: You think I don't know that?
Gold: I think you need reminding.
Brooke: Yeah.
Gold: Well at least I'm good for something.
Brooke: Now and again.
Gold: That's almost a compliment. Things must be serious.
The Doctor: Sorry! But action one, that means evacuation, yeah?
Brooke: We're going home.

Brooke: I saw the Daleks. We looked up, the sky had changed. Everyone was running and screaming. And my father took hold of me. I never saw him again. Nor my mother. They were never found. But out on the streets there was panic. And burning. I went to the window. And there, in the sky, I saw it, Doctor. And it saw me. It stared at me. It looked right into me. And then... it simply went away. I knew that night, I knew I would follow it.
The Doctor: But not for revenge.
Brooke: What would be the point of that?
The Doctor: That's what makes you remarkable.

Brooke: You were right, Doctor.
The Doctor: What about?
Brooke: Bikes!

Gold: Captain. The shuttle is down.
Brooke: What the hell do you mean?
Gold: Compromised. It was Maggie.
Brooke: Get out of there!
Gold: Too late. They want this ship to get to Earth. Got no choice. Hated it Adelaide! This bloody job. Never gave me a chance. You never could forgive me. hits the destruct button See you later.

The Doctor: Isn't anyone going to thank me? He's lost his signal. Doesn't know where he is.
Brooke: That's my house.
The Doctor: Don't you get it? This is the 21st of November, 2059. Same day. On Earth. And it's snowing! I love snow.
Mia Bennett : What is that thing? It's bigger— I mean, it's bigger on the inside. Who the hell are you?
Brooke: Look after her.
Kerenski: Yes ma'am.
Brooke: You saved us.
The Doctor: Just think about it. Your daughter and your daughters' daughter. You can see them again. Family reunion.
Brooke: But I'm supposed to be dead.
The Doctor: Not anymore.
Brooke: But. Susie. My granddaughter. Wasn't she supposed to become... Might never exist now.
The Doctor: Nah! Captain Adelaide can inspire her face-to-face. Different details but the story's the same.
Brooke: But you can't know that! And if my family changes the whole of history could change. The future of the human race. No one should have that much power.
The Doctor: Tough.
Brooke: You should have left us there.
The Doctor: Adelaide I've done this sort of thing before. In small ways, saved some little people. But never someone as important as you. Oh, I'm good.
Brooke: Little people?! What, like Mia and Yuri? Who decides they're so unimportant? You?
The Doctor: For a long time I thought I was just a survivor, but I'm not. I'm the winner. That's who I am. The Time Lord Victorious.
Brooke: And there's no one to stop you.
The Doctor: No.
Brooke: This is wrong, Doctor. I don't care who you are. The Time Lord Victorious is wrong.

The Narrator: It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather. In a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one...

The Woman: They call it the Legend of the Blue Box.
Wilfred Mott: Never been in here before. I'm not one for churches. Too cold.
The Woman: This was the site of a convent. Back in the 1300s. It's said a demon fell from the sky. Then a man appeared. A man in a Blue Box. They called him the sainted physician. He smote the demon and then disappeared.
Wilfred Mott: That's a bit of a coincidence.
The Woman: He said there's no such thing as coincidence. Who knows. Perhaps he's coming back.
Wilfred: Oh. That would make my Christmas.

Ood Elder: But something more is happening Doctor. The Master is part of a greater design. Because a shadow is falling over creation. Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil. And these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future and the present and the past.
The Doctor: What do you mean?
Ood Elder: This is what we have seen, Doctor. The darkness heralds only one thing: the end of time itself.

Ood Elder: Events that have happened are happening now.

Governor: Mrs. Saxon. Let me introduce myself. I'm your new governor. I'm afraid the previous governor met with something of an accident. Which took quite some time to arrange. Miss Trefusis, if you will prepare. You kept your silence well, Mrs. Saxon. Your trial was held in secret with no jury. So no one knows who Harold Saxon was. Where he came from. Why you killed him. to Miss Trefusis Make her kneel. There are those of us who never lost faith. And in his wisdom, Harold Saxon prepared for this moment. He knew that he might die and he made us ready. Tonight, Mrs. Saxon, he returns.

Governor: As it was written in the secret books of Saxon, these are the potions of life.
Lucy: Listen to me, whatever he told you, you've got no idea what you're doing.
Governor: Miss Trefusis, the catalyst.
Lucy: What are you doing? Leave me alone! Don't!
Governor: You were Saxon's wife. You bore his imprint. That's what we needed. The final biometrical signature.
Lucy: You can't bring him back. You can't! I'm begging you! Stop this now before it's too late!
Governor: We give ourselves that Saxon might live!

Lucy: I knew you'd come back. And all this time your disciples have prepared. But so have we!
The Master: What are you doing?
Lucy: The secret books of Saxon spoke of the potions of light. And I was never that bright. But my family had contacts. People who were clever enough to calculate the opposite.
The Master: Don't you dare! I'm ordering you, Lucy. You will obey me!
Lucy: 'Til death do us part, Harry!
The Master: No!!

Joshua Naismith: I think we might be in luck, darling. It's the footage from Broadfell prison the night it burnt down. Take a look at this.
Abigail Naismith: Someone survived. Do you think it's him? Oh that would be such a Christmas present.
Joshua Naismith: You just leave it to Daddy.

Wilfred: Alright. He's tall and thin. Wears a brown suit. Maybe a blue suit. He's got a long brown coat. Modern sort of hair. All sticky-uppy.

The Doctor: Right. Is she happy? Is he nice?
Wilfred: Yeah, he's sweet enough. He's a bit of a dreamer. Mind you he's on minimum wage. She's earning tuppence so all they can afford is a tiny little flat. And then sometimes I see this look on her face. Like she's so sad. And she can't remember why.

The Narrator: And so it came to pass that the players took their final places. Making ready the events that were to come. A madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes. Little knowing of the glory he would achieve. While his savior looked upon the wilderness in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future. A future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night the people of that world did sleep. And shiver. Somehow knowing the dawn would bring only one thing. The Final Day.

The Master: All these years you thought I was mad. King of the Wasteland! But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it?!?

Sylvia Noble: Oh now that's lovely. Look at that. Absolutely beautiful! Love from Donna. Did you keep the receipt?

The Woman: Events are moving, Wilfred.
Wilfred: Eh?
The Woman: Faster than we thought.
Wilfred: Can you see that?
Donna: Frankly I'd tell Her Majesty it's time for trouser suits.
Wilfred: No no no. That's not the Queen.
The Woman: Only you can see me. Only you stand at the Heart of Coincidence.
Wilfred: Why? What have I done?
The Woman: You're an old soldier, sir. Only you were too late. The war was won and passed you by.
Wilfred: I did my duty.
The Woman: you never killed a man.
Wilfred: No I didn't. No I did not. But don't say that like it's shameful.
The Woman: The time will come when you must take arms.
Wilfred: Who are you?
The Woman: Tell the Doctor nothing of this. His life could still be saved. So long as you tell him nothing.

Sylvia: Come back here! Come back here I said! Come back!
Donna: Are you shouting at thin air?
Sylvia: Yes. Possibly. Yes.

The Doctor: Ah. Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Do you like it?
Wilfred: I thought it would be cleaner.
The Doctor: Cleaner?! I could take you back home right now.

The Master: Woah. That's not from Earth.
Naismith: And neither are you. A perfect combination don't you think?

Naismith: We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self it can restore the body forever. Hence its given title. The Immortality Gate. Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter. I want her never to die. My gift to her. She will be immortal.
Abigail: Abigail. It means "bringer of joy".

Naismith: The visitor will be restrained.
The Master: What? But I repaired it.
Naismith: I'm not an idiot. Don't let that man anywhere near it.

Wilfred: So that thing's like a sick bed, yeah?
More or less.
Wilfred: Well pardon me for asking, but why's it so big?
The Doctor: Oh. Good question! Why's it so big?
Addams: It doesn't just mend one person at a time.
Rossiter: That would be ridiculous.
Addams: It mends whole planets.

The Master: Homeless was I. Destitute and dying. Well look at me now.

The Doctor: What is it? Hypnotism? Mind control? You're grafting your thoughts inside them. Is that it?
The Master: Oh no, that's way too easy. They're not going to think like me. They're going to become me.

Donna: They've changed. Granddad. It's like... like this sort of thing happened... before. My head! Oh my head!

Wilfred: Doctor! She's starting to remember! What is it? What have you done, you monster?!

The Master: Breaking news: I'm everyone. And everyone in the entire world is me.

The Master: The human race was always your favorite Doctor. And now there is no human race. There is only the Master Race.

The Narrator: And so it came to pass. On Christmas Day. That the human race did cease to exist. But even then the Master had no concept of his greater role in events. For this was far more than humanity's end. This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever. This was the day the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey!
For Gallifrey!
For victory!
For victory!
For the end of time itself!

President of the Time Lords: What news of the Doctor?
Time Lord: Disappeared, my Lord President.
Time Lord: But he still possesses the Moment. And we know he'll use it. To destroy Daleks and Time Lords alike.
Time Lord: The Visionary confirms it.
The Visionary: Ending. Burning. Falling. All of it falling. The black. And pitch. And screaming fire. Soul burning.
Time Lord: All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time War. That Gallifrey falls and that we die. Today.
The Visionary: Ending ending ending ending.
The Partisan: Perhaps it's time. This is only the furthest edge of the Time War. But at its heart millions die every second. Lost in bloodlust and insanity. With Time itself resurrecting them to find new ways of dying. Over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn't it better to end it at last.
Lord President: Thank you for your opinion. I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I Will. Not.
Time Lord: There is... there is one part of the prophecy, my Lord. Forgive me. I'm sorry. It's rather difficult to decipher, but it talks of two survivors. Beyond the Final Day. Two children of Gallifrey.
President of the Time Lords: Does it name them?
Time Lord: It foresees them locked in their final confrontation. The Enmity of Ages which would suggest—
President of the Time Lords: The Doctor! And The Master.
Time Lord: One word keeps being repeated, my Lord. One constant word. Earth.
The Visionary: Earth earth earth earth
Time Lord: Planet Earth. Indigenous species: the human race.
President of the Time Lords: Hm. Maybe that's where the answer lies. Our salvation. On Earth.

The Master: Enough soldiers and weapons to turn this planet into a warship. Nothing to say, Doctor? Hm? What's that? Pardon? Sorry.
Wilfred: You let him go, you swine.
The Master: Your dad's still kicking up a fuss.
Wilfred: Yeah? Well I'd be proud if I was.
The Master: Hush now. Listen to your Master. Wilf's phone starts ringing. That's a mobile.
Wilfred: Yeah it's mine. Let me turn it off—
The Master: No no no. I don't think you understand. Everybody on this planet is me. And I'm not phoning you so who the hell is that?
Wilfred: It's nobody. It's nothing, I'm telling you. It's probably one of them ringback calls.
The Master: Hm. finds the pistol Look at this. Good man! Donna. Who's Donna?
Wilfred: She's no one. Just leave it!

Donna: Gramps, don't hang up. You've gotta help me. I ran out. Everyone was changing.
The Master: Who is she? Why didn't she change?
Wilfred: Well it was this thing the Doctor did. He did it to her—the Meta Crisis.
The Master: Ugh. He loves playing with Earth Girls. Find her! Trace the call.

The Master: It began on Gallifrey. As children. Not that you'd call it childhood. More a life of duty. Eight years old. I was taken for initiation. To stare into the untempered schism.
Wilfred: What does that mean?
The Doctor: It's a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into the time vortex itself. And it hurts.
The Master: Took me there. In the dark. I looked into time, old man. And I heard it. Calling to me. Drums. The never-ending drums.

The Doctor: The gate wasn't enough. You're still dying.
The Master: This body was born out of death. All it can do is die. What did you say to me? Back in the wasteland. You said "The End of Time".
The Doctor: I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That's why I need your help.
The Master: What if I'm part of it? Don't you see? The drum beat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it's been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those signals, I could find its source! Look Doctor! That's what your prophecy was! Me!

Rossiter: Oh my god I hit him! I've never hit anyone in my life.
The Doctor: Well come on! We need to get out of here.
Wilfred: God bless the cactuses.
The Doctor: That's cacti.
Rossiter: That's racist!

Addams: Come on! We've got to get out.
Rossiter: There's too many buckles and straps.
Addams: Just... wheel him!
The Doctor: No no no! Get me out. NO! Don't don't!
Rossiter: Which way?
Addams: This way!
The Doctor: No no no, the other way. I've got a TARDIS!
Addams: I know what I'm doing.
The Doctor: Just listen to me! Not the stairs. Not the stairs! Worst. Rescue. Ever!

Wilfred: I know you. I bet you've got a plan, haven't you? C'mon. You've always got a trick up your sleeve. C'mon. A nice bit o' the Doctor flim flam sorta thing, eh? The Doctor just stares at him. Oh blimey.

The Chancellor: The signal has been sent. A simple task of four beats transmitted back through time. And implanted in the Master's mind as a child.
Lord President: Then we have a link to where The Master is right now.
The Chancellor: But we're still trapped inside the Time Lock, sir. The link is nothing more than a thought—an idea.
Lord President: Then we need something to make the contact physical. Something... so simple.
The Visionary: Shining. Shining bright and cold. The tiny tiny star falling falling. Burning burning...

Wilfred: Doctor? Doctor? Hello. Anyone? Anyone! to himself Oh I think I'm lost.
Woman: And yet you are found. Events are closing. The day is almost upon us. Tell me, old soldier, did you take arms?
Wilfred: I brought this. But what am I supposed to do?
Woman: This is The Doctor's final battle. The end of his life. He must stand at arms. Or lose himself and all this world. To the end of time.
Wilfred: He never carries guns. Who are you?
Woman: I was lost. So very long ago.

Wilfred: I've always dreamt of a view like that. laughing An astronaut. It's dawn over England. Look! A brand new day. My wife's buried down there. I might never visit her again. Do you think he changed them? In their graves?
The Doctor: I'm sorry.
Wilfred: Not your fault. Oh! 1948. I was over there. End of the Mandate in Palestine. Private Mott. Skinny little idiot I was. Stood on this rooftop in the middle of the skirmish. Like a blizzard, all them bullets in the air. The world gone mad. Yeah, you don't want to listen to an old man's tales, do you.
The Doctor: I'm older than you.
Wilfred: Get away.
The Doctor: I'm 906.
Wilfred: Oh really though?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: 900 years. We must look like insects to you.
The Doctor: You look like giants.
Wilfred: I want you to have this. I've kept it all this time and I thought— I mean, if you take it you could....
The Doctor: You had that gun in the mansion. You could have shot The master there and then.
Wilfred: Too scared, I suppose.
The Doctor: I'd be proud. If you were my dad.
Wilfred: Don't start. You said you were told, he will knock four times and then you die. Well that's it then. The Master. That noise, in his head. The Master is going to kill you.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Wilfred: Kill him first.
The Doctor: That's how The Master started. It's not like I'm an innocent. I've taken lives. I got worse—I got clever. Manipulated people into taking their own. Sometimes I think the Time Lord lives too long. I can't. I just can't.
Wilfred: If The Master dies, what happens to all the people?
The Doctor: I don't know.
Wilfred: Doctor. What happens?
The Doctor: The template snaps.
Wilfred: They go back to being human. They're alive and human. So don't you dare, sir. Don't you dare put him before them. Now you take this. That's an order, Doctor. Take the gun. You take the gun and save your life! And... please don't die— you're the most wonderful man and I don't want you to die...
The Doctor: Never.

The Master: A star fell from the sky. Don't you want to know where from? Because now it makes sense, Doctor.
Rossiter: It's an open broadcast.
Addams: DON'T reply. They'll know where we are.
The Master: All of my life. My destiny. The star is a diamond. The diamond is a white point star. I have worked all night dissecting my gift. Now the star is mine. I can increase the signal. Use it as a life line. Do you get it now? Do you see? Keep watching, Doctor. This should be spectacular. Over and out.

Lord President: Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here today or return to the waking world and complete the ultimate sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls. Or Gallifrey rises!

The Master: He's moving, sir.
The Master: Get a fix on him.
The Master: He's moving very fast.

Lord President: The vote is taken. Only two stand against. And will stand as monument to their shame. Like the Weeping Angels of old.

Addams: We've locked onto the house. We are going to stop though. Doctor? We are going to stop.

Lord President: My Lord Doctor. Lord Master. We are gathered for the end.

Lord President: The approach begins!
The Master: The approach of what?
The Doctor: "Something is returning". Don't you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not some "one", some "thing".
The Master: What is it?
The Doctor: They're not just bringing back the species. It's Gallifrey! Right here. Right now.

The Master: But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored.
The Doctor: You weren't there. In the final days of the war. You never saw what was born. But if the time lock's broken then everything is coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Star of Degradations. The Horde of Travesties. The Nightmare Child. The Could-Have-Been King with his army of Meanwhile's and Neverwere's. The war turned into hell! And that's what you opened. Right above the Earth. Hell is descending.
The Master: My kind of world.
The Doctor: Just listen! 'Cause even the Time Lords can't survive that.
Lord President: We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come. At my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the time vortex apart.
The Master: That's suicide.
Lord President: We will ascend! To become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies. Free of time. And the cause and effect creation itself ceases to be.
The Doctor: See now. That's what they were planning. In the final days of the war. I had to stop them.
The Master: Then... take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory!
Lord President: You are diseased. Be it the disease of our own making. No more.

Lord President: Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one.
The Master: But he's the president. Kill him and Gallifrey could be yours. He's to blame. Not me! Oh... the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it! Exactly! It's not just me, it's him! Kill him!
Lord President: The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us.

The Doctor: The link is broken. Back into the time war, []. Back into hell!
The Visionary: Gallifrey falling!
Lord President: You die with me, Doctor!
The Doctor: I know.

The Master: Out of the way. You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!

Wilfred: Hello.
The Doctor: Hi.
Wilfred: Still with us.
The Doctor: System's dead. I've absorbed it all. Whole thing's kaput. Oh. Now it opens.
Wilfred: There we are then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you're in a hell of a state. You've got some battle scars there. Your— your face. How did you do that?
The Doctor: It's started.

The Doctor: Oo. She's smiling. As if today wasn't bad enough. Anyway. Don't go thinking this is goodbye Wilf. I'll see you again. One more time.
Wilfred: What do you mean? When's that?
The Doctor: Just. Keep looking. I'll be there.
Wilfred: Where are you going?
The Doctor: To get my reward.

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.
The Doctor takes out a nearby Sontoran.
Mickey: Go in here, head down to the factory floor, and down past that corridor. Then we're on our way. Martha sees the Doctor.
Martha: Mickey. Mickey.

Sarah Jane and Luke
Luke: That was the maddest Christmas ever. Mom still doesn't know what happened. She got Mr. Smith to put out this story saying that wifi went mad all across the world giving everyone hallucinations. I mean how else are you going explain everyone with a different face.
The Doctor grabs him just as a car is about to hit him
Luke: It's you. Your— Mum! Mum!
Sarah Jane: What? What is it?
Luke: It's him. It's the Doctor.

Captain Jack (and Alonzo)
Bartender handing a note to Jack: From the man over there. Reads: His name is Alonzo.
Jack sees the Doctor and they salute
Jack: So Alonzo. Goin' my way?
Alonzo (Russell Tovey): How do you know my name?
Jack: I'm kind of psychic.
Alonzo: Really? Know what I'm thinking right now?
Jack: Oh yeah.

Verity Newman
Verity: No, it's not just a story, no. Every word of it's true. I found my great grandmother's diary in a loft. She was a nurse in 1913. She fell in love with this man, John Smith. except he was a visitor. From another world. She fell in love with a man from the stars. And she wrote it all down. Signing the next book Who's it for?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Verity: To Doctor. Funny. That's the name he used.
The Doctor: Was she happy? At the end?
Verity: Yes. Yes she was. Were you?

Wilfred: Here you are. Same old face. Didn't I tell you, you'd be alright. Oh! They've arrested Mr. Naismith. It was on the news. "Crimes undisclosed". And his daughter— both of them, locked up. But I keep thinking, Doctor. There's one thing you never told me. That woman. Who was she?
The Doctor: I just wanted to give you this. Wedding present. Thing is, I never carry money so I just popped back in time. Borrowed a quid off a really lovely man. Jeffrey Noble, his name was. "Have it", he says. "Have that on me."

Ood Sigma: We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending. But the story never ends.