Clara: After you. I'm wearing a dress. Eyes front, soldier.
The Doctor: My eyes are always front.
Clara: [the Doctor climbs up the ladder] Mine aren't.
The Doctor: Stop it!
The Doctor: Don't be clever, Strax. It doesn't suit you.
Strax: Sorry, sir.
The Doctor: I'm the clever one. You're the potato one.
Strax: Yes, sir.
The Doctor: Now, go away.
Clara: [Clara enters the TARDIS, for the first time] It's smaller on the outside.
The Doctor: OK That is a first.
Jenny: Madame Vastra will ask you questions. You will confine yourself to single word responses. One word only. Do you understand?
Madame Vastra: Truth is singular. Lies are words, words, and words. You met the Doctor, didn't you?
Madame Vastra: And, now, you've come looking for him again. Why?
Jenny: [as Clara hesitates] Take your time. One word only.
Madame Vastra: About?
Madame Vastra: And about him?
Madame Vastra: What do you want from him?
Madame Vastra: Why?
Madame Vastra: Why would he help *you*?
Clara: [taken aback] Kindness.
[Jenny looks to Madame Vastra]
Madame Vastra: The Doctor is not kind.
Madame Vastra: No. The Doctor doesn't help people. Not anyone, not ever. He stands *above* this world and doesn't interfere in the affairs of its inhabitants. He is not your salvation, nor your protector. Do you understand what I am saying to you?
[Madame Vastra is now taken aback, her lie called out. Jenny looks proudly at Clara]
Madame Vastra: He was... different, once. A long time ago. Kind, yes. A hero, even. The saver of worlds. But he suffered losses that hurt him. Now, he prefers isolation to the possibility of pain's return. Kindly choose a word to indicate your understanding of this.
[Madame Vastra looks to Jenny, who imperceptibly but enthusiastically nods rapidly]
Strax: Sir, permission to express my opposition to your current apathy.
The Doctor: Permission granted.
Strax: Sir, I am opposed to your current apathy.
The Doctor: Thank you Strax. And if I'm ever in the need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you'll certainly be the first to know.
Clara: Is there a kitchen?
The Doctor: Another first.
Clara: I don't know why I asked that. It's just... I like making soufflés.
The Doctor: [pauses] Soufflés?
The Doctor: What are you doing here?
Strax: Madam Vastra was wondering if you needed any grenades.
The Doctor: Grenades?
Strax: [thinking] She might have said help.
Clara: [Clara repeats lines from a previous encounter with The Doctor] Run. Run, you clever boy, and remember.
The Doctor: [to Strax] Where is it?
Strax: Where's what, sir?
The Doctor: I sent you to get the memory worm.
Strax: Did you? When?
[referring to Clara]
Strax: Who's he? What are we doing here? Look, it's been snowing.
The Doctor: You didn't use the gauntlets, did you?
Strax: Why would I need the gauntlets? Do you want me to get the memory worm?
The Doctor: [muttering] You...
The Doctor: [to Strax] Oy! Shut up, you're not clever or funny and you've got tiny little legs!
Great Intelligence: Now the dream outlives the dreamer and can never die.
The Doctor: Multi-nucleate, crystalline organism with the ability to mimic and mirror what it finds. Looks like snow. Isn't snow.
Dr. Simeon: You must leave here now.
The Doctor: Shut up. I'm making deductions, it's very exciting.
Madame Vastra: [Madame Vastra tells The Doctor Clara's answer to the One-Word Test] Pond.
Alice: Captain Latimer! In the garden, there's snowmen! And they're just growing! Out of nowhere by themselves! Look!
[she opens the door]
Madame Vastra: Good evening! I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time and this is my wife.
Strax: This dwelling is under attack. Remain calm, human scum.
The Doctor: So. Any questions?
Strax: Sir! Emergency! I think I've been run over by a cab.
Ice Governess: That's the way to do it!
Madame Vastra: You can't help yourself. It's the same story every time, and it always begins with the same two words.
The Doctor: She'll never be able to find me again. She doesn't even have the name Doctor. What two words?
Clara: Doctor? Doctor who?
Strax: I suggest a full-frontal assault with automated laser monkeys, scalpel mines and acid.
The Doctor: Why?
Jenny: Now then, that's enough noise. We don't want to attract attention, do we?
Clara: I'm looking for the Doctor. Do you know about him, the Doctor?
Jenny: Doctor who?
Clara's Friend: [in a graveyard in the present] Where are you going?
Clara: Short cut.
Clara's Friend: Through here? I hate this place! Don't you think it's creepy?
Clara: [leaning on Clara Oswin Oswald's tombstone] Nah. I don't believe in ghosts.
The Doctor: [inside the Tardis] Clara... Oswin... Oswald...
[examines Clara's picture on the monitor]
The Doctor: Watch me run.