The Doctor: I have things to do. Things involving other things.
Amy: Well, we'll stay with you. We'll do the other things.
The Doctor: Nope.
Amy: Whatever you're up to, I personally like to be a part of it.

The Doctor: Well the gyrator dislocated. Target tracking is out. Assume the position! {the TARDIS eventually stabilizes} Textbook landing.

The Doctor: Behold! A cockerel. Love a cockerel. And underneath a monastery. Ah, thirteenth century.
Amy: Oh. We've gone all mediaeval.
Rory: I'm not sure about that.
Amy: Really? Mediaeval expert, are you?
Rory: No, it's just that, I can hear Dusty Springfield.

Amy: So where are these Dusty Springfield lovin' monks then?
The Doctor: I think we're here. This is it.
Rory: Doctor, what are you talking about? We've never been here before.
Amy: We came here by accident.
The Doctor: Accident? Yes, I know. Accident.

The Doctor: There are people coming. Well, almost.
Amy: Almost coming?
The Doctor: Almost people.

Overhead: Halt and remain calm!
The Doctor: Well we've halted. How are we all doing on the calm front?

The Doctor: I need to see your critical systems.
Cleaves: Which one?
The Doctor: You know which one.

The Doctor: Strange. It was like... For a moment there it was scanning me.
Cleaves: Doctor. Get back, Doctor, leave it alone!

The Doctor: Well I can see why you keep it in the church. Miracle of life.
Buzzer: No need to get poncey. It's just gunge.

Jimmy: Boss, maybe if the storm's bad we should get underground. The factory's seen better days. The acid pipes might not withstand another hit.
Cleaves: We have two new tons of acid to pump out. We fall behind, we stay another rotation. Anyone want that?
The Doctor: Please. You're making a massive mistake here. You're right at the crossroads. Only don't turn the wrong way. If you don't—if you don't—prepare for this storm you are all in terrible danger. Understand?
Cleaves: My factory. My rules.

The Doctor: I've got to get to that cockerel before all hell breaks loose. {he stops} I never thought I'd have to say that again. Amy. Breathe.

The Doctor: How long would you say we were unconscious for, please?
Cleaves: Not long, a minute, two minutes.
The Doctor: I'd hazard we've been out a teensy bit longer.
Cleaves: For how long?
The Doctor: An hour. I've seen whole worlds turn inside-out in an hour. A lot could go wrong in an hour.

Jennifer: I couldn't get out of my harness. I thought I was going to die.
Rory: Welcome to my world.

Jimmy: That's my record. Who's playing my record?
The Doctor: Your 'gangers. They've gone walkabout.

The Doctor: They'll feel compelled to connect to their lives.
Cleaves: Their stolen lives.
The Doctor: No, Cleaves. You gave them this. You put in your personalities, emotions, traits, memories, secrets, everything. You gave them your lives. Human lives. Ah-mazing. You surprised they walked off with them?

Rory: The Doctor's always saying, "Don't wander off." First rule with him, actually. "Don't wander off."

The Doctor: You told me that we were out cold for a few minutes, Cleaves. When in fact it was an hour.
Cleaves: Sorry. I just assumed—
The Doctor: Well it's not your fault. Like I said, "they're disorientated."

The Doctor: Oh Rory. Rory! Always with the Rory!

Amy: Doctor, you said they wouldn't be violent.
The Doctor: I did say they were scared. And angry.
Jimmy: And they're technology. That's what you said. You seem to know something about the Flesh.
Amy: Do you? Doctor?

The Doctor: Exit.
Jimmy: Keep going straight, can't miss it. But you're never going to get your vehicle in here.
The Doctor: I'm a great parker.

Jimmy: Amy, I wouldn't—
Amy: Nor would I, but what can you do, eh?

Ganger Jen: My name is Jennifer Lucas. I'm not a factory part. I had toast for my breakfast. I wrote a letter to my mum. And then you arrived. I noticed your eyes right off.
Rory: Did you?
Ganger Jen: Nice eyes. Kind.

Rory: Where's the real Jennifer?
Ganger Jen: I am Jennifer Lucas. I remember everything that happened in her entire life. Every birthday. Every childhood illness. I feel everything she has ever felt and more. I'm not a monster. I am me! Me! Me! Me! Why did they do this to us? Help me, Rory. Help me.

The Doctor to the TARDIS: What are you doing down there?

Rory: Are you sure you're feeling better? No more super-elastic punches?
Ganger Jen: I'm different now. Stronger.
Rory: The Doctor won't hurt you. He wants to help, Jennifer. Okay?
Ganger Jen: You used my name. You used my name. Thank you! Amy's a lucky girl.
Rory: Yeah, she is.

The Doctor: Hello. How are we all getting on?
Ganger Cleaves: Why don't you tell us.
The Doctor: Well we have two choices. The first is to tear each other apart—not my favorite. The second is to knuckle down and work together. I'm here to work out how best we can help you.

Jimmy: This is...
Ganger Jimmy: You're telling me.

The Doctor: Before we do anything, I have one very important question. Has anybody got a pair of shoes I can borrow? Size ten. But I should warn you, I have very wide feet.

The Doctor: The flesh was never merely moss. These are not copies. The storm has hardwired them. They are becoming people.
Jimmy: With souls.
Dicken: Rubbish. {he sneezes}
Ganger Dicken: Bless you.
The Doctor: Well, we were all jelly once. Little jelly eggs, sitting in goo.
Amy: Yeah, thanks. Too much information.

Cleaves: This circus has gone on long enough!
Ganger Cleaves: Oh great. You see that is just so typically me.

Cleaves: When the real people are safely off this island then I'll happily talk philosophy over a pint with you, Doctor.
Amy: What are you going to do to them?
Cleaves: Sorry. They're monsters. Mistakes. They have to be destroyed.
The Doctor: Give me the probe, Cleaves.
Ganger Cleaves: We always have to take charge, don't we Miranda? Even when we don't really know what the hell is going on.

The Doctor: You stopped his heart. He had a heart! Aorta, valves! A real human heart! And you stopped it.

The Doctor: You've crossed one hell of a line, Cleaves, you've killed one of them. They're coming back. In a big way.

Rory: I can't leave her out there.
The Doctor: Rory!
Rory: I know you understand that.
Amy: Get in here. Get in here.

Jimmy: This is insane. We're fighting ourselves.
The Doctor: Yes, it's insane. And it's about to get even more insaner. Is that a word? Show yourself! Right now!
Amy: Doctor! We are trapped in here and Rory's out there with them. Hello! We can't get to the TARDIS and we can't even leave the island.
The Doctor Ganger: Correctively respect, Pond. It's frightening. Unexpected. Frankly, a total utter splattering mess on the carpet. But I am certain—one hundred percent certain—that we can work this out. Trust me. I'm the Doctor.