Idris: Biting's excellent. It's like kissing. Only there's a winner.
The Doctor: Do you have a name?
Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks.
The Doctor: What do I call you?
Idris: What do you call me? Sexy.
The Doctor: Only when we're alone.
Idris: We are alone.
The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.
Rory Williams: He'll be fine. He's a Time Lord!
Amy Pond: It's just what they're called. It doesn't mean he actually knows what he's doing.
House: Fear me! I've killed hundreds of Time Lords!
The Doctor: Fear me. I've killed all of them.
The Eleventh Doctor: I always read the instructions!
Idris: There's a sign on my front door. You have been walking past it for seven hundred years. What does it say?
The Eleventh Doctor: That's not instructions.
Idris: There's an instruction at the bottom. What does it say?
The Eleventh Doctor: "Pull to open."
Idris: Yes, and what do you do?
The Eleventh Doctor: I push!
Idris: Every single time. Seven hundred years, police box doors open out the way.
Amy Pond: She's the TARDIS?
The Eleventh Doctor: And she's a woman! She's a woman and she's the TARDIS.
Amy Pond: Did you wish really hard?
[raises eyebrow at The Doctor]
The Eleventh Doctor: Shut up! Not like that...
Idris/Tardis: Hello, I'm... Sexy.
The Eleventh Doctor: Still shut up.
Idris: No, I'm not a doolally. I'm mmm. I'm mmmm... It's on the tip of my tongue. Oh! That just gave me a new idea about kissing! Come here, you!
[Reaches for the Doctor]
The Doctor: Imagine a great big soap bubble with one of those tiny bubbles on the outside.
Rory Williams: Okay.
The Doctor: Well, it's nothing like that.
Rory Williams: What is happening?
The Doctor: We are leaving the universe.
Amy Pond: How can you leave the universe?
The Doctor: With enormous difficulty.
The Doctor: You gave me hope and then you took it away. That's enough to make anyone dangerous. God knows what it will do to me.
The Doctor: I'm a madman with a box, without a box. I'm stuck in a black hole at the end of the universe in a stupid old junkyard!
Idris: Did you ever wonder why I chose you all those years ago?
The Doctor: I chose you. You were unlocked.
Idris: Of course I was. I wanted to see the universe, so I stole a Time Lord and I ran away. And you were the only one mad enough.
The Doctor: I... I really don't know what to do!
[pauses, then smiles]
The Doctor: That's a new feeling!
[smacks himself and starts running]
Idris: [as the TARDIS] Doctor. Are you there? It's so very dark in here.
The Doctor: I'm here.
Idris: I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word but so sad. I've found it now.
The Doctor: What word?
Idris: "Alive." I'm alive.
The Doctor: Alive isn't sad.
Idris: It's sad when it's over. I'll always be here. But this is when we talked. And now, even that has come to an end. There's something I didn't get to say to you.
The Doctor: Goodbye.
Idris: No. I just wanted to say... hello. Hello, Doctor.
[Starts to cry]
Idris: It's so very, very nice to meet you.
The Doctor: [Crying] Please... I don't want you to. Please.
Idris: [Fades away in a ball of light and whispers] I love you.
The Doctor: I don't understand. Who are you?
Idris: You really not know me? Just because they put me in here?
The Doctor: They said you're dangerous.
Idris: Oh, the cage's stupid.
[Touches her head]
Idris: In here. They put me in here. I'm the...
Idris: What do you call me, ah... We travel. I go
[makes the TARDIS sound]
The Doctor: [half smiling] The TARDIS?
Idris: Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Yes, that's it. Names are funny. It's me. I'm the TARDIS.
The Doctor: No, you're not. You're a bitey mad lady. The TARDIS is up and downy stuff in a big blue box.
Idris: Yes, that's me. A type 40 TARDIS. I was already a museum piece when you were young. And the first time you touched my console, you said...
The Doctor: I said you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever known.
Idris: Then you stole me. And I stole you.
The Doctor: [pauses] I borrowed you.
Idris: Borrowing implies the eventual intention to return the thing that it was taken. What makes you think I would ever give you back?
The Doctor: [Slowly turns and looks suspiciously at her] You're the TARDIS.
The Doctor: My TARDIS!
Idris: My Doctor! Oh, we have now reached to the point of the conversation where you open the lock.
Idris: Will it be me, Uncle?
Uncle: Yeah, it's gonna be you. I only wish I could go in your place, Idris... nah, I don't, 'cause this is really gonna hurt.
The Doctor: I should put you in a new bedroom; you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Amy Pond: OK, Doctor, this time can we lose the bunk beds?
The Doctor: No, bunk beds are cool. A bed with a ladder, you can't beat that!
The Doctor: You know, since we're talking with mouths, not really an opportunity that comes along very often, I just want to say, you know, you have never been very reliable.
Idris: And you have?
The Doctor: You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.
Idris: No, but I always took you where you needed to go.
The Doctor: You did!