Jimmy: What's happening?
The Doctor Ganger: I wonder if we'll get back. Yes. One day. {he screams in pain} Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow!
The Doctor: The Flesh is struggling to cope with our past regenerations. Hold on.
The Doctor Ganger: Would you like a jelly, baby? Why! Why!
The Doctor: Why why what?
The Doctor Ganger: Hello, I'm the Doctor. No! Let it go, we've moved on!

Buzzer: I think I liked it better when they were being noisy.

Amy: Doctor! We need you, get over here.
The Doctor Ganger: Hello.
Amy: Doctor!
The Doctor: Cybermats.
The Doctor Ganger: Do we have time for this?
The Doctor: We make time. I'd like more proof that you're me. Cybermats.
The Doctor Ganger: Created by the Cybermen. They kill by feeding off brainwaves.

The Doctor Ganger: Rory and Amy, they may not trust both of us.
The Doctor: You're thinking what I'm thinking—
The Doctor Ganger: Inevitably.
The Doctor: See, I'm glad we're on the same—
The Doctor Ganger: Wavelength. See. Great minds!
The Doctor: Exactly. So. What's the plan?
The Doctor Ganger: Save them all, humans and gangers.
The Doctor: Between us, that sounds wonderful.
The Doctor Ganger: Is that what you were thinking?
The Doctor: Yes. It's just so inspiring to hear me say it.
The Doctor Ganger: I know!

Both: Hello! Sorry.
The Doctor Ganger: But we had to establish a few—
The Doctor: Ground rules. Formulate a protocol.
The Doctor Ganger: Protocol! Don't be posh.
The Doctor: I mean protocol between us otherwise it gets horribly embarrassing. And potentially confusing.
Amy: Okay. Well I'm glad you solved the problem of confusing.
The Doctor Ganger: That's sarcasm.
The Doctor: She's very good at sarcasm.
Both: Breathe!
The Doctor: We have to get you outside. And the 'gangers too.
Cleaves: Sorry, would you like a moment from the last meeting. They are trying to kill us!
The Doctor: They're scared!

The Doctor: You know I'm starting to get a sense of just how impressive it is to hang out with me.
The Doctor Ganger: Do we tend to say Yowza?
The Doctor: That's enough. Let it go okay? We're under stress.

Ganger Jen: I tried to block the memories, but now I know I must remember. It's the eyes. The eyes are the last to go.
Ganger Jim: What are you talking about?
Ganger Jen: When they destroy us, the eyes are the last things to melt. And there's one question in those eyes. Why. Why should we suffer for the sake of human beings?
Ganger Dicken: I heard in India there's over ten million 'gangers.
Ganger Jen: We can reach out. Inspire them. To rise up.
Ganger Cleaves: Revolution? Look. I just want to be left to live in peace, Jen.
Ganger Jen: They will melt you. Have you become so human that you've forgotten the truth? Don't you remember all the times you were decommissioned? Or should I say executed?
Ganger Cleaves: No. We don't remember.
Ganger Jen: Well I do. It's us or them.
Ganger Jim: She's right.
Ganger Jen: I have a plan. And it will destroy them all.

Cleaves: Can you really get the power back?
The Doctor Ganger: Oh, there's always some power floating around—
The Doctor: Sticking to the wires, like bits of lint.
Amy: Could you stop finishing each other's—
The Doctor: Sentences?
The Doctor Ganger: No promises.

Amy: No, but hang on. You said the TARDIS was stuck in acid. So wouldn't she be damaged?
The Doctor: Nah. She's a tough old thing. Tough old sexy thing.
The Doctor Ganger: Tough, dependable, sexy.
Amy: Ew.

Amy: How can you both be real?
The Doctor Ganger: Well. Because. We are. I'm the Doctor.
The Doctor: Yeah! And so am I. We both contain the knowledge of over nine hundred years of memory and experience. We both wear the same bow tie which is cool.
The Doctor Ganger: Bow ties are—
The Doctor: and always will be.
Amy: But how did the Flesh read you? Because you weren't linked up to it.
The Doctor: Well it must have been after I examined it. Thus a new genuine Doctor was created.
The Doctor Ganger: Ta da!
Amy: No getting away from it. One of you was here first.
The Doctor: Well, okay. After the Flesh scanned me I had an accident in a puddle of acid. Now, new shoes—a situation which did not confront my new self here.

The Doctor Ganger: Interesting. You definitely feel more affection for him than me.
Amy: No. No, I— Look, you're fine and everything, but he's "The Doctor". No offense. Being almost the Doctor is pretty darn impressive.
The Doctor Ganger: Being almost the Doctor is like being no Doctor at all.
Amy: Don't overreact!
The Doctor Ganger: You might as well call me Smith.
Amy: Smith?
The Doctor Ganger: John Smith!

The Doctor: Yes! Communication-a-go-go!
Amy: Find Rory! Show me the scanny tracky screen.

Ganger Cleaves: Oof. See how smart I am. That's why I'm paid the big bucks.

Ganger Cleaves: Jen's right. We'll have to fight if we want to survive.

Amy: We're not leaving without him.
Buzzer: I want him found too, but it's about casualties, innit? Can't be helped.

Amy: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Making a phone call.
Amy: Who to?
The Doctor: No one yet. It's on delay.
Amy: Right. Not getting it. Why exactly are you making a phone call?
The Doctor: Because, Amy, I am and always will be the optimist. The hope for far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams. The wheels are in motion. Done.

The Doctor: Amy. What happened?
Amy: It's her again.
The Doctor: It's who again?
Amy: There's a woman I keep seeing. A woman with an eye patch. And she has this habit of sliding walls open and staring at me.

The Doctor: It's a time-memory. Like a mirage. It's nothing to worry about.

Amy: If you really are the same then you can die, can't you? Be killed and... I've seen that happen.
The Doctor Ganger: Why.
Amy: Why? Because you invited us to see it. Your death. {He turns around and pins her to the wall.}
The Doctor Ganger: Why?!
Amy: You're hurting me!
The Doctor Ganger: It's all the eyes say! Why! I can feel them! As they work each day knowing the time was coming for them to be thrown away again. Not again! Please! And then they are destroyed and they feel death. And all they can say is Why!

The Doctor Ganger: Did you sense it?
The Doctor: Briefly. Not as strong as you.

The Doctor Ganger: It would appear I can connect to the Flesh.
Amy: You are Flesh.
The Doctor Ganger: I'm beginning to understand what it's been through, what it needs.
Amy: What you want. You are it.
The Doctor Ganger: It's much more powerful than we thought. The Flesh can grow, correct?
Cleaves: Its cells can divide.
The Doctor Ganger: Well now it wants to do that at will. It wants revenge. It's in pain, angry. It wants revenge.
Amy: That's right. You're not the Doctor. You can't ever be. You're just a copy.

The Doctor: Hold on a minute. Hold your horses. I thought I'd explained this. I'm him, he's me.
Cleaves: Doctor. We have no issue with you. When it comes to your 'ganger...
The Doctor: Don't be so absurd.
Cleaves: Buzzer.
Buzzer: Sure boss. Take a seat, mate.
The Doctor Ganger: Nice barrel. Very comfy. Why not.

Rory: Why can't you just tell me the truth? The Doctor wants you to live. And I'm with him all the way.
Jen: That's a lovely idea, Rory. But the Flesh want to kill us now.

Cleaves: You can't let him go! Are you crazy?
The Doctor: Am I crazy, Doctor?
The Doctor Ganger: Well you did once plumb your brain into the core of an entire planet just to halt its orbit and win a bet.

He can't go rescue them. I'm going.
The Doctor: Do you know, I want him to go. And I'm rather adamant.

Jen: It's just too tough for a girl to turn. Are you feeling strong?
Rory: I'll break out the big guns.

Ganger Dicken: You don't look good.
Ganger Cleaves: Monsters never do. I'm fine. I remember medics doing tests.

Cleaves: Waiting for results. Let it go.
The Doctor: It's a very deep parietal clot.
Cleaves: How can you possibly—? Inoperable?
The Doctor: On Earth, yes.
Cleaves: Well seeing as Earth's all that's on... offer. Hm. I'm no healthy spring chicken and you're no weatherman. Right?

The Doctor: The eyes have it.
Amy: Why are they here?
The Doctor: To accuse. Us.

Buzzer: I should have been a postman like my dad.

Buzzer: You killed her. You killed our Jen.
Ganger Jen: And I'm stronger, Buzz. I can grow.

The Doctor: It's a chemical chain reaction now. I can't stop it. This place is going to blow sky high.
Cleaves: Exactly how long have we got?
The Doctor: An hour? Five seconds? Ah, somewhere in between.

The Doctor Ganger: Got anything for a sore head?
Ganger Cleaves: This is how they'll always treat us. You see now. After all, you're one of us. Doctor.
The Doctor Ganger: Call me Smith. John Smith.

The Doctor: Rory Pond! Roranicus Pondicus!

Ganger Cleaves: We have to be free.
Cleaves: I'm sorry too, Miranda. Of all the humans in all the world, you had to pick the one with the clot! But hey, them's the breaks. Welcome to the human race.

The Doctor: This is going to overheat and fill the room with acid. Just as a point of interest.
Cleaves: And we can't stop it?
The Doctor: Just as a point of interest? No.

Ganger Jen: Once we get to the mainland the real battle begins. The humans won't stand a chance. You're one of us, Doctor. Join the revolution.

Jim: It'll never hold 'er.
The Doctor: If you've got a better plan, I'm all ears. In fact, if you have a better plan I'll take you to a planet where everyone is all ears.

Rory: Doctor, we can't just let them die!
The Doctor Ganger: Ring ring!
Rory: Doctor!
The Doctor Ganger: Ring ring!

The Doctor Ganger: Ah! That'll be the phone. Somebody, get the phone. Jimmy, get the phone. No. Fine. I'll get the phone. Stay put.

The Doctor Ganger: Hello! Adam! I'm the Doctor. Well. Other Doctor... Smith. It's complicated. And boring. Anyway, who cares! It's your birthday!
Adam: Yay!
The Doctor Ganger: Yay! Now, have you been getting up very early and jumping on the bed?
Adam: Yes, really high.
The Doctor Ganger: I expect chocolate for breakfast. If you don't feel sick by mid-morning you're not doing it right. Now. I think you want to speak to Dad.

Ganger Jen: You've tricked him into an act of weakness, Doctor.
The Doctor Ganger: No. I've helped him into an act of humanity. Anyone else like the sound of that? "Act of humanity".
Ganger Cleaves: Dicken, drain the acid well in crypt one.
Ganger Jen: Don't you dare!
Ganger Cleaves: I've had it with this. What's the point in this ridiculous war? Look at you, Jen. You're a sweet kid. Look at you now. The stuff of nightmares. I don't want my world populated by monsters.
Ganger Jen: You can't stop the factory from melting down, boss. I'll take revenge on humanity with or without you.
The Doctor Ganger: It doesn't have to be about revenge. It can be so much better than that.

The Doctor: There's nothing we can do. The acid's reached his heart.
Ganger Jim: Hang in there, mate.
Jim: I'm quite handsome from this angle.
Ganger Jim: I'm sorry. I'm the fake. I don't deserve to be his real dad.
Jim: Shut up.
Ganger Jim: What do you want me to do? Anything. Just say it.
Jim: The way things are mate, it's up to you now. Be a dad. You remember how.
The Doctor: Jimmy Weeks. You're a dad.

The Doctor Ganger: Here she comes. {The TARDIS drops through the ceiling}
The Doctor: Oh! She does like to make an entrance.

The Doctor Ganger: Amy we swapped shoes.
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
The Doctor Ganger: And I'm the Flesh.
Amy: You can't be. You're the real him.
The Doctor Ganger: No I'm not, and I haven't been all along.
The Doctor: I'm the original Doctor, Amy. We had to know we if were treated the same. It was important—vital—to learn about the Flesh. And we could only do that through your eyes.

Amy: I never thought it possible.
The Doctor Ganger: What?
Amy: You're twice the man I thought you were.

The Doctor Ganger: Push, Amy. But only when she tells you to.

The Doctor Ganger: Well. My death arrives, I suppose.
The Doctor: But this one we're not invited to.
The Doctor Ganger: What?
The Doctor: Nothing. Your molecular memory can survive this, you know. It may not be the end. {He tosses him his screwdriver.}
The Doctor Ganger: Well if I turn up to nick all your biscuits then you'll know you were right, won't you.

The Doctor Ganger: This is not the time for grand gestures.
Ganger Cleaves: Who's the king of grand gestures. This is my factory. I'm not going anywhere.
The Doctor Ganger: Foreman Miranda Cleaves! Marvelous. Beware of imitations.

The Doctor Ganger: This will dissolve her.
Ganger Cleaves: And us to.
The Doctor Ganger: There may be a way out of this.
Ganger Cleaves: From being vaporized? How?
The Doctor Ganger: Don't know. Let's find out.

The Doctor Ganger: Geronimo!

The Doctor: The energy from the TARDIS will stabilize the 'gangers for good. They're people now.
Cleaves: And what happens to me? I still have this.
The Doctor: Aha! That's not a problem. I have something for that. It's a small, red... and it tastes like burnt onions. Ha! But it'll get rid of your blood clot. Happy endings.

The Doctor: Dicken, remember, people are good. In their bones, truly good. Don't hate them, will you?
Ganger Dicken: How can I hate them? I'm one of them now.
The Doctor: Yeah. And just remember, people died. Don't let that be in vain. Make what you say in that room count.

The Doctor: I said, breathe, Pond. Remember? Well. Breathe.
Amy: Why?
The Doctor: Breathe. {she has a stomach cramp}
Rory: What's wrong with her?
The Doctor: Get her into the TARDIS.

Rory: Doctor, what is happening to her?
The Doctor: Contractions.
Rory: Contractions?
She's going into labor.
Amy: What did he say? No, no no. Of course he didn't. Rory, I don't like this.
Rory: You're going to have to start explaining some of this to me, Doctor.
The Doctor: What, the birds and the bees? She's having a baby. I needed to see the Flesh in its early days. That's why I scanned it, that's why we were there in the first place. I was going to drop you off for fish and chips first. But things happened and there was stuff and shenanigans. {to himself} Beautiful word. Shenanigans.

The Doctor: I needed enough information to block the signal to the Flesh.
Amy: What signal?
The Doctor: The signal to you.
Amy: Doctor?
The Doctor: Stand away from her Rory.
Rory: Why? No and why?
The Doctor: Given what we've learned I'll be as humane as I can but I need to do this and you need to stand away!

Amy: Doctor I am frightened. I'm properly, properly scared.
The Doctor: Don't be, hold on. We're coming for you, I swear. Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you.
Amy: I'm right here.
The Doctor: No you're not. You haven't been here for a long long time.
Amy: Oh no. {he melts her}.

Eye Patch Lady: Well dear. You're ready to pop, aren't you? Little one's on its way. Here it comes. Push...