The Doctor popping up: Like so. {he takes off his tie} See?

Martha Jones: That wasn't very clever running around outside, was it?
The Doctor: Sorry?
Martha: On Chancellor Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off.
The Doctor: Really? What'd I do that for?
Martha: I don't know, you just did.

Martha: Have you got a brother?
The Doctor: No. Not anymore. Just me.

Mr. Stoker: There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity. As was best proven by... anyone?
The Doctor piping up: Benjamin Franklin.
Mr. Stoker: Correct.
The Doctor: My mate Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off of that kite. And then I got soaked. —
Mr. Stoker: Quite.
The Doctor: And then I got electrocuted.

Martha: But they're not exactly airtight. If the air was gonna get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?
The Doctor: Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What's your name?
Martha: Martha.
The Doctor: And it was Jones, wasn't it? Well then Martha Jones, the question is how are we still breathing.
Swales: We can't be!
The Doctor: Well obviously we are, so don't waste my time. Martha what have we got, is there a balcony on this floor or a veranda, or—
Martha: By the patient's lounge, yeah.
The Doctor: Fancy going out?
Martha: Okay.
The Doctor: We might die.
Martha: We might not.
The Doctor: Good. Come on.

Martha: We've got air. How does that work?
The Doctor: Just be glad it does.

Martha: I promise you, Mr. Smith. We will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon then we can travel back. There's got to be a way.
The Doctor: It's not Smith. That's not my real name.
Martha: Who are you then?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Martha: Me too, if I ever pass my tests. What is it then, Dr. Smith?
The Doctor: Just the Doctor.
Martha: How d'you mean, just the Doctor?
The Doctor: Just. The Doctor.
Martha: What, people call you the Doctor?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Martha: Well I'm not. As far as I'm concerned you've gotta earn that title.
The Doctor: Well I better have a start then.

The Doctor: One thousand people. Suffocating.
Martha: Why would anyone do that? {a ship sounds overhead.}
The Doctor: Heads up. Ask them yourself.

Martha: Aliens. That's aliens. Real, proper aliens!
The Doctor: Judoon.

The Doctor: Oh look down there! You've got a little shop. I love a little shop.
Martha: Never mind that! What are Judoon?
The Doctor: They're police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs.

Martha: If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?
The Doctor: No. But I like that! Good thinking.

Martha: What's that thing?
The Doctor: Sonic screwdriver.
Martha: Well if you're not going to answer me properly.
The Doctor: No really, it is. It's a screwdriver and it's sonic. Look.
Martha: What else have you got, laser spanner?
The Doctor: I did, but it was stolen by Emily Parkhurst. Cheeky woman.

The Doctor: Oh! You see, they're thick! Judoon are thick. They are completely thick! They've wiped the records. Oh, that's clever.

Martha: You're completely mad.
The Doctor: You're right. I look daft with one shoe. Barefoot on the moon!

The Doctor: Well you're welcome to come home, meet the wife. She'd be honored. We can have cake.
Ms. Finnegan: Why should I have cake? I've got my little straw!
The Doctor: That's nice. Milkshake? I love banana!

The Doctor: I just thought, since you saved my life and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip.
Martha: What, into space?
The Doctor: Well.
Martha: But I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I've got to go into town first thing and pay the rent. I've got my family going mad—
The Doctor: If it helps, I can travel in time as well.
Martha: Get out of here.
The Doctor: I can.
Martha: Come on now. That is going too far.
The Doctor: I'll prove it. {he leaves and returns holding his tie} Told ya.
Martha: No, but— that was this morning. But, did you? Oh my god you can travel in time. But hold on, if you could see me this morning why didn't you tell me not to go into work?
The Doctor: Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.

The Doctor: Just one trip. To say thanks! You get one trip then back home. I'd rather be on my own.

Martha: You step on a butterfly, you change the human race.
The Doctor: Then don't step on any butterflies. What do you have against butterflies?

The Doctor: Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. They've got recycling, water cooler moment... global warming.

Martha: And those are men dressed as women, yeah?
The Doctor: London never changes.

Martha: And why are you telling them that?
The Doctor: ...Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth they'll panic and think it's witchcraft.
Martha: Well what is it then?
The Doctor: Witchcraft.

Martha: So magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a bit Harry Potter.
The Doctor: Wait until you read book seven. Woah. I cried.

The Doctor: Rage rage against the dying of the light.
Shakespeare: I might use that.
The Doctor: You can't. It's someone else's.

Martha: Let us out! Let us out!
The Doctor: That's not going to work. The whole building's shouting that.

Martha: What did you do?
The Doctor: I named her. The power of a name. That's old magick.
Martha: But there's no such thing as magic.
The Doctor: Well,... there's a science to it...

The Doctor: The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that.

The Doctor: Expelliarmus! Good ol' J.K.!

The Doctor: A bit of rain never hurt anyone!

The Doctor: Look after this. I love that coat. Janis Joplin gave me that coat.

The Doctor: So the two of you stayed here, on your own for all these years
Novice Hame: We had no choice.
The Doctor: Yes, you did.

The Face of Boe: Doctor—
The Doctor: Yeah, hold on. Not now.
The Face of Boe: I give you my last.
The Doctor: Hame, look after him! Don't you go dying on me, you big Face.

Martha: Who is it?
The Doctor: I don't even know. Legend says the Face is literally millions of years.
The Face of Boe: Everything has its time. You know that, old friend. Better than most.

The Doctor: Don't go.
The Face of Boe: I must. But know this, Time Lord: you are not alone.

The Doctor: All closed down.
Martha: Happy?
The Doctor: Happy happy.

The Doctor: Just what every city needs—cats in charge.

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'm not just a TIme Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There's no one else.
Martha: What happened?
The Doctor: There was a war—a time war. The last great Time War. My race fought a race called the Daleks. For the sake of all creation. And they lost. They lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south and the mountain would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver. and they'd light the sky every morning like it was on fire.

The Doctor: There's the real article. So good they named it twice.

The Doctor: Hard to say it twice. No wonder they renamed New Amsterdam New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam.

Martha: Doctor, I think you'd better get back here. Doctor!
The Doctor: Actually, good point.
They're following you.
The Doctor: I noticed that. Right then. Martha, Frank, Solomon.
What?
The Doctor: Em... basically... Run!

The Doctor: They survive. They always survive while I lose everything.

Martha: I'm so glad to see you.
The Doctor: Yeah well you can kiss me later. You too Frank, if you want.

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

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: 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?

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: 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.

Martha: You should be used to tight spots by now. Where are we?
The Doctor: The end of the line.
Martha: You took me—?
The Doctor: No place like home.

The Doctor: One trip, you said.
Martha: I suppose things just kind of escalated.
The Doctor: Seems to happen to me a lot.
Martha: Thank you. For everything.
The Doctor: It was my pleasure. leaves and then... No, I'm sorry. Did he say he was going to change what it means to be human?

The Doctor: And that's two impossible things we've seen so far tonight. Don't you love it when that happens?

Lazarus: Why don't you come out and face me?
The Doctor: Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Martha: I thought we were going to go through the blender there.
The Doctor: Really shouldn't take that long to reverse the polarirty. I must be out of practice.

The Doctor: Ah Mrs. Jones. We still haven't finished our chat.
Mrs. Jones: Keep away from my daughter!
Martha: Mum what are you doing?
The Doctor: Always the mothers, all the time.

Lazarus: You so sentimental Doctor. Maybe you are older than you look.
The Doctor: I'm old enough to know that a longer life isn't always a better one. In the end you just get tired. Tired of the struggle. Tired of losing everyone that matters to you. Tired of watching everything turn to dust.

The Doctor: If you hang around Beethoven you're bound to pick a few things up.
Martha: Especially about playing loud.
The Doctor feigning hard-of-hearing: Sorry?

Martha: What is it?
The Doctor: Well I said okay.
Martha: Sorry?
The Doctor: Okay.
Martha: Oh, thank you! Thank you!
The Doctor: Well you were never really just a passenger were you?

The Doctor: There we go—universal roaming. Never have to worry about signal again.
Martha: No way! This is too mad. You're telling me I can phone anyone, anywhere in space and time on my mobile?
The Doctor: As long as you know the area code.

Scannell: We've got no engines, no time and no chance.
The Doctor: Oh listen to you! Defeated before you've even started. Where's your Dunkirk spirit?

The Doctor: Stasis chamber. I do love a good stasis chamber.

The Doctor: A happy prime is a number that's both happy and prime. Now type it in! to Kath I don't know, talk about dumbing down. Don't they teach recreational mathematics anymore?

The Doctor distracted by the Beatles question: Now where was I? Here comes the sun? No. Resources!

The Doctor: Humans! You grab whatever's nearest and bleed it dry. You should have scanned!

Scannell: This is never your ship.
The Doctor: Compact, eh? And another good word: robust. Barely a scorch mark on 'er.

John Smith: Funny how dreams slip away.

Martha: It's Monday, November 14th, 1913. And you're completely human. As human as they come.
John Smith: Hm. That's me. Completely human.

John Smith: That's the Box. The Blue Box. It's always there. Like a magic carpet. This funny little box that transports me to faraway places.

The Doctor: This watch is me.
Martha: Right. Okay, hold on.

Martha: But if you're gonna rewrite every single living cell, isn't it gonna hurt?
The Doctor: Oh yeah, it'll hurt.

Nurse Joan Redfern: If there is another war, they won't find it so amusing.
John Smith: Great Britain is at peace. Long may it reign.

Nurse Joan Redfern: You best give me some warning. Can you actually dance?
John Smith: Um. I'm not certain.

Martha: Don't just stand there, move! God you're rubbish as a human!

John Smith: I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith. With his life and his job. And his love. Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man? Why can't I stay?

John Smith: You're this Doctor's companion. What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?
Martha: Because he's lonely.
John Smith: And that's what you want me to become.

John Smith: Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?
Martha: No.
John Smith: And what sort of man is that?

The Doctor; 'Cause if there's one thing you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have let me press all those buttons. But in fairness, I will give you one word of advice: run.

Joan: Where is he? John Smith?
The Doctor; He's in here somewhere.
Joan: Like a story? Could you change back?
The Doctor; Yes.
Joan: Will you?
The Doctor: No.
Joan: I see.

The Doctor: Everything that John Smith is and was, I'm capable of that too.

The Doctor to Timothy: You're gonna like this bit.

Beware the weeping angels. Oh, and duck. No really duck! Sally Sparrow. DUCK, NOW! Love from The Doctor 1969

Billy: How did I get here?
The Doctor: Same way we did. Touch of an angel. Same one probably, since you ended up in the same year. Billy tries to stand. No, no. No no no. Don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath, don't go swimming for half an hour.
Billy: I don't— I can't.
The Doctor: Fascinating race, the weeping angels. The only psychopaths in the Universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off of potential energy.
Billy: What in God's name are you talking about?
Martha: Trust me. Just nod when he stops for breath.
The Doctor: Tracked you down with this. This is my Timey-Wimey detector. Goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at thirty paces. Whether you want it to or not, actually. So I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow.
Billy: I don't understand. Where am I?
Martha: 1969, like he said.
The Doctor: Normally I'd offer you a lift home but somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow. And I'm sorry Billy. I am very very sorry. It's gonna take you awhile.

The Doctor on the DVD: Your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck.

The Doctor: Look, sorry. I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times. Especially at weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings. Especially my own.

The Doctor: Listen, gotta dash. Things. Happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard.

The Doctor: I don't think Time Lords came this far. We should leave. We should really really go. grins and runs outside the TARDIS

The Doctor: to Jack Hello again. Oh, I'm sorry.

Martha: It's a bit odd though. Not very one hundred trillion. That coat's more like World War II.
The Doctor: I think he came with us.
Martha: How d'you mean? He's from Earth?
The Doctor: Must have been clinging to the outside of the TARDIS. All the way through the vortex. Wow, that's very him.
Martha: What, do you know him?
The Doctor: A friend of mine. Used to travel with me.

The Doctor: You two! We're at the end of the Universe. Right at the edge of knowledge itself. And you're busy blogging!

Jack: They must have an atmospheric shell. We should be frozen to death.
The Doctor: Well, Martha and I maybe. Not so sure about you, Jack.

Martha: Oh my god. You've got a hand. A hand in a jar. A hand. In a jar. In your bag.
The Doctor: But that's my hand!
Jack: I said I had a Doctor detector.
Chantho: Chan- Is this a tradition amongst your people -tho?
Martha: Not on my street. What d'you mean that's your hand? You've got both your hands. I can see them.
The Doctor: Long story. I lost my hand. Christmas Day. I was in a fight.
Martha: What and you... grew another hand?
The Doctor: Um. Yeah I did, yeah. waves Hello.
The Professor: Might I ask what species are you?
The Doctor: Time Lord. Last of. Heard of them? Legend? Heard of them? Not even a myth? Blimey, end of the universe is a bit humbling.

Martha: You grew another hand.
The Doctor: waves Hello again!

Jack: So what about those things outside? The Beastie Boys. What are they?
The Professor: We call them the Future Kind. Which is a myth in itself. But it's feared they're what we will become. Unless we reach Utopia.
The Doctor: And Utopia is...?
The Professor: Oh, every human knows Utopia. Where've you been?
The Doctor: Bit of a hermit.
The Professor: A hermit? With friends?
The Doctor: Hermits United. We meet up every ten years. Swap stories about caves. It's good fun. For a hermit.

Jack: The last thing I remember, back when I was mortal, I was facing three Daleks. Death by extermination. And then I came back to life. What happened?
The Doctor: Rose.
Jack: I thought you'd sent her back home.
The Doctor: She came back. Opened up the heart of the TARDIS and absorbed the Time Vortex itself.
Jack: What does that mean exactly?
The Doctor: No one's ever meant to have that power. If a Time Lord did that he'd become a god—a vengeful god. But she was human. Everything she did was so human. She brought you back to life. But she couldn't control it. She brought you back forever. That is something, I suppose. The final act of the Time War was life.

The Doctor: You might be out there somewhere.
Jack: I could go meet myself.
The Doctor: Well. The only man you're ever going to be happy with.
Jack: This new regeneration, it's kinda cheeky!

The Doctor: I'm begging you. Everything's changed! It's only the two of us! We're the only ones left. Just let me in!

Jack: Still, we made it. Twenty-first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky.
The Doctor: That wasn't luck. That was me.

Jack: Former Minister of Defence. First came to prominence when he shot down the Racnoss on Christmas Eve. Nice work, by the way.
The Doctor: Oh, thanks.

The Master: Doctor.
The Doctor: Master.
The Master: I like it when you use my name.
The Doctor: You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day.
The Master: As you chose yours. The man who makes people better. How sanctomonious is that?

The Master: Where is it, Doctor?
The Doctor: Gone.
The Master: How can Gallifrey be gone?
The Doctor: It burnt.
The Master: And the Time Lords?
The Doctor: Dead. And the Daleks. More or less. What happened to you?
The Master: The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War.

Martha: What do we do?
Jack: We've got nowhere to go.
Martha: Doctor, what do we do?
The Master: Run, Doctor. Run for your life!
The Doctor: We run.

Jack: So Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?
Martha: And what is he to you? A colleague or—
The Doctor: A friend, at first.
Martha: I thought you were going to say he was your secret brother or something.
The Doctor: You've been watching too much TV.

The Doctor: Children of Gaillfrey, taken from their families at the age of eight, to enter the academy. Some say that's where it all began—when he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality, through which can be seen the whole of reality. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad.
Martha: What about you?
The Doctor: Oh, the ones that ran away. I never stopped.

The Doctor: You work for Torchwood?
Jack: I swear to you, it's different, it's changed. There's only a half dozen of us now.
The Doctor: Everything Torchwood did and you're part of it.
Jack: The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf. I rebuilt it, I changed it. And when I did that, I did it for you. In your honor.

The Doctor: It just shifts your perception a tiny little bit. Doesn't make us invisible, just unnoticed. I know what's it like: it's like when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist. That's what it's like.
Jack to Martha: You too, huh?

Jack: What the hell's he done?
The Doctor: Don't touch it.
Jack: I'm not going to.
Martha: What's he done tho? Sounds like it's sick.
The Doctor: It can't be. No no no. It can't be.
Martha: Doctor, what is it?
The Doctor: He's cannabalized the TARDIS.
Jack: Is this what I think it is?
The Doctor: It's a paradox machine.

The Doctor: I have one thing to say to you. You know what it is.
The Master: Oh no you don't!

The Doctor: I've had a whole year to tune myself into the psychic network, integrate with its matrixes.

The Doctor: One thing you can't do, is stop them thinking.

The Doctor: Tell me the human race is degenerate now, when they can do this.

The Doctor: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

The Doctor: And you know what happens now.
The Master: No! No!
The Doctor: You wouldn't listen. 'Cause you know what I'm going to say. I forgive you.

The Doctor: Weapon after weapon after weapon. All you do is talk and talk and talk. But over all these years and all these disasters, I've always had the greatest secret of them all. I know you. Explode those ships, you kill yourself. And that's the one thing you could never do.

The Doctor: The paradox is broken. We've reverted back! One year and one day. Two minutes past eight in the morning.

The Doctor: Oh hello! You must be Mr. Jones. We haven't actually met!

The Doctor: The only safe place for him is the TARDIS.
The Master: You mean you’re just going to keep me?
The Doctor: If that’s what I have to do. It's time to change. Maybe I've been wandering for too long. Now I've got someone to care for.

The Master: Dying in your arms. Happy now?
The Doctor: You're not dying, don't be stupid. It's only a bullet. Just regenerate.
The Master: No.
The Doctor: One little bullet. C'mon.
The Master: I guess you don't know me so well. I refuse.

Martha: Time was, every single one of these people knew your name. Now they've all forgotten you.
The Doctor: good.
Jack: Back to work.
The Doctor: I really don't mind, though. Come with me.
Jack: I've had plenty of time to think that past year—the year that never was—and I kept thinking about that team of mine. Like you said, Doctor: "responsibility".
The Doctor: Defending the Earth. Can't argue with that.
Jack: Hey, I need that!
The Doctor: I can't have you walking around with a time traveling teleport. You could go anywhere. Twice! The second time to apologize.
Jack: And what about me? Can you fix that? Will I ever be able to die?
The Doctor: Nothing I can do. You're an impossible thing, Jack.
Jack: Been called that before.