Oswin: Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?
The Doctor: Doctor. You call me, The Doctor.
Oswin: Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you?
Amy Pond: Well, somebody's never been to Scotland.
The Doctor: You're going to fire me at a planet? That's your plan? You're going to fire me at a planet and expect me to fix it?
Rory Williams: So how much trouble are we in?
The Doctor: How much trouble, Mr. Pond? Out of ten? Eleven.
Dalek: Save us. Save us.
The Doctor: What?
Daleks: Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks! Save the Daleks!
The Doctor: This is new!
Dalek: We find it offensive to extinguish such divine hatred.
The Doctor: And I thought you had run out of ways to make me sick! You think hatred is beautiful?
Dalek: Perhaps that is why we have never been able to kill you!
Darla: The asylum. It occupies the entire planet, right to the core.
The Doctor: How many Daleks are in there?
Darla: A count has not been made. Millions, certainly.
The Doctor: All still alive?
Darla: It has to be assumed. The asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required.
Amy Pond: Armed?
Darla: The Daleks are always armed.
Rory Williams: What colour?
[they look at Rory]
Rory Williams: Sorry, there weren't any good questions left.
Darla: [voice over] First there were the Daleks. And then there was a man who fought them. And then, in time, he died. There are a few, of course, who believe this man somehow survived and that one day he will return. For both our sakes, dearest Hannah, we must hope these stories are true.
Oswin: [her first lines] Day 363. The terror continues. Also, made another souffle.
[takes badly burned souffle out of the oven]
Oswin: Very nearly.