Fitz was trying to look cool behind his shades, but he was gnawing on his bottom lip as though he were trying to eat his own chin.

'So what you're saying is that we still don't know where she is?' 'Tegan, Tegan, Tegan..' The Doctor made a pacifying gesture with his open hands.

TEGAN: Why do they have all these problems, anyway? I mean, you'd have thought they'd have evolved out of them or died out? FIVE: Good point, Tegan. You're starting to think like a scientist

RIVER: I love someone. He can’t love me back. Sometimes he doesn’t even know who I am! But what ever else he is, he’s never cruel!

The knife moved to Benny's mouth. 'Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, if you don't give me what I want, I'll take her face apart. You'll hear the screams.' 'Believe me, Miss Quinlan,' the Brigadier called, his tone even. 'I always hear the screams.'

CHARLEY: Yes, but what was that?! EIGHT: I shall just find out by using my super Time Lord powers of... looking out of the window.

'Me?' The Doctor said. He sounded almost flattered. 'Why on earth would you want to be filled with me?' It was a classic straight line, but Fitz couldn't think of a single funny comeback.

‘A Vortex Manipulator?’ Yayani frowned. ‘Who in their right minds uses those any more?’ ‘Haven’t you heard, silly? I’ve not been in my right mind since, well, forever.’ Missy strolled to the umbrella stand to choose a parasol from her extensive collection.

CHARLEY: Are you in there? The door. Can't. Doctor, please. Something's wrong with the Tardis. Everything's wrong with the Tardis, quite probably.

A memory flashed across her mind’s eye, a memory from another time, another body. Rassilon standing victorious, flanked by two Time Lords, a man and the woman, forced to hide their faces in shame. She knew the woman of course, but the man she hadn’t recognised until now.

EIGHTH DOCTOR: Do you really expect me to wear a T-shirt? Come on! I was never meant to look casual. I can't do it. Casual isn't in my nature. Frenetic or languorous, yes. But nothing in between. And certainly not beachwear.

FIVE: Tegan! How are you feeling? TEGAN: Pretty weak. Like I’ve got the flu. FIVE: Nasty. I tried getting a cold once. Just to see what the fuss was about.

MARA!FIVE: Well now... TURLOUGH: Please let go of my arm. Don’t think I don’t appreciate the offer, but must you be so forceful?

What kind of celestial cruelty destroys a whole species and leaves just one of us alive?

EIGHT: Red? Lenin? No, no, no, no. They, they were a sort of mauve when I took the train with him from Switzerland to Petrograd. Remarkable mind, Lenin. Terrible at tiddlywinks. CHARLEY: Well, I do declare. You might just be the oddest man I've ever met.

‘You see what’s happening? You’re corrupting everything that’s honest and decent. I’m gonna have to go wash my mouth out, thanks to you. Now which one of you’s responsible, huh? Huh? Who spread the idea that it’s OK to swear?’ ‘Fitz,’ sighed the Doctor and Anji in unison.

NYSSA: It’s just these steps – well, they’re not very... ADRIC: Regular? NYSSA: I miss Traken. Our staircases were very regular. I’m going back down.

Then he was vaulting easily over the railing of the ship, landing smoothly on his toes on the other side. The tourists on board the boat burst into a round of applause. The Doctor broke into a smile, and gave a little bow, letting them take photos.

RYAN: The Doctor will be here any minute, I’m sure. She’ll get this all sorted out. YAZ: I knew this would happen. “Crime for a good cause” my—

EIGHT: They can't be reasonable. Power isn't. It's a reflection of the inherent badness of things. If you have power, you're in control of some aspect of a world that's bad, and that means however good your intentions you end up being bad. At least partly.