John Smith: I dream I'm this adventurer. This daredevil, a madman. The Doctor, I'm called. And last night, I dreamt that you were there. As my companion.
Joan Redfern: Where did you learn to draw?
John Smith: Gallifrey.
Joan Redfern: Is that in Ireland?
John Smith: Yes it must be.
Joan Redfern: You're not Irish?
John Smith: Not at all, no. My father Sydney was a watchmaker from Nottingham, and my mother Verity was - well, she was a nurse, actually.
Joan Redfern: Oh, we make such good wives!
John Smith: Mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honor and valor. Let's hope that from now on this country can find its heroes in smaller places. In the most ordinary of deeds.
Son of Mine: Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Has it made you better? Richer? Wiser? Then let's see you answer this: Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid, or matron? Your friend, or your lover? Your choice!
John Smith: I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true.
Son of Mine: [rapidfire] Just shut up, stop talking, cease and desist, there's a good girl!
Joan Redfern: It's all becoming clear. The Doctor is the man you'd like to be, doing impossible things with cricket balls.
John Smith: Well, I discovered a talent, that's certainly true.
Joan Redfern: And the Doctor has an eye for the ladies...
John Smith: The devil.
Joan Redfern: A girl in every fireplace.
John Smith: Aha now, there I have to protest Joan, that's hardly me.
Joan Redfern: Says the man dancing with me tonight!
The Doctor: Martha, this watch is me.
Martha Jones: Right, ok, gotcha.
Martha Jones: No, wait, hold on, completely lost!
Jenny: Head in the clouds, that one. I don't know why you're so sweet on him.
Martha Jones: He's just kind to me, that's all. And not everyone's that considerate, what with me being a...
Martha Jones: Exactly! Good old London Town!
Rocastle: You need to be better than the best. Those targets are tribesmen from the dark continent.
Tim Latimer: That's exactly the problem, sir. They only have spears.
Rocastle: Oh dear me. Latimer takes it upon himself to make us realize how wrong we all are. I hope, Latimer, that one day you may have a just and proper war in which to prove yourself.
[Timothy sets eyes on the fob watch and hears voices coming from within]
Woman: Time Lord.
Young Woman: The time is coming.
Woman: Time Lord.
The Doctor: Eternity and infinity.
Young Woman: Right, Timothy- Timothy! Hide yourself.
The Doctor: The secret lies within. I'm trapped. I'm caged inside the cogs and metal in the dark, but waiting. Always waiting.
[Timothy sits outside looking at the fob watch. It whispers to him]
Woman: Darkness is coming! Darkness is coming!
The Doctor: Keep me away from the false and empty man.
Face of Boe: The last of the Time Lords. The last of that wise and ancient race.
Woman: The god with the face of a man.
[he looks away and the whispering voices abruptly cease]