The Doctor: Time was, four Daleks could have conquered the world. But instead you're skuling away, hidden in the dark, experimenting...

Dalek 1: Request information: what is your opinion of Dalek Sek.
Dalek 2 : We were created to follow him.
Dalek 1: But you have doubts.
Dalek 2 : Affirmative.

Dalek Sek: Observe humanity. For all their faults they have such courage.

Martha: No! You can't go.
The Doctor: I've gotta go. The Dalek's just changed their minds. Daleks never change their minds.

The Doctor: Oh and, can I just say, thank you very much. palms Martha the psychic paper.

The Doctor: Is it me or are you just becoming a little more human.
Dalek Sek: You are the last of your kind. And now I am the first of my kind.

The Doctor: The Empire State Building. We're right underneath that. I worked that out already, thanks. But what, you've hijacked the whole building?

We must return to the flesh. And also the heart.
The Doctor: You wouldn't be the supreme beings anymore.
And that is good.
Dalek: That is incorrect. Daleks are supreme.
No. Not anymore!
But that is our purpose.
Then our purpose is wrong.

Tallulah: New York City. If aliens had to come to Earth, no wonder they came here.

The Doctor: These pig slaves, what happens to them in the grand plan.
Dalek Sek: Nothing. They're just simple beasts. None survive beyond a few weeks.

Tallulah: So tell me, where'd you and him first hook up?
Martha: It was in the hospital. Sort of.

Martha: Doctor!
The Doctor: First floor perfumerie.
Tallulah to Lazlo: I never thought I'd see you again.
Lazlo: No stopping me.
Martha: We worked it out—there's Dalekanium on the mast. And it's good to see you too, by the way.
The Doctor: Oh, come here! hugs Martha as the elevator closes. See? Never waste time on a hug.

Tallulah: What the hell are you two clowns doing?
Martha: Even if the Doctor stops Dalekanium this place is still gonna get hit. Great big bolt of lightning, electricity all down the building. Connect this to the lift and they get zapped.
Tallulah: Oh my god, that could work!
Frank: Then give us a hand.

The Doctor: Tallulah!
Tallulah: That's me—three Ls and an H.

Tallulah: Doctor, can't you do somethin'?
The Doctor: Oh Tallulah with three Ls and an H. Just you watch me.

Martha: Do you reckon it's gonna work, those two?
The Doctor: I don't know. Anywhere else in the Universe I might worry about them, but New York, that's what this city's good at... Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. And maybe the odd pig slave-Dalek mutant hybrid too.
Martha: The pig and the showgirl.