The Doctor: In all my travellings throughout the universe, I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed HERE! The oldest civilization: decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core! Ha! Power-mad conspirators, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen - they're still in the nursery compared to us! Ten million years of absolute power - that's what it takes to be really corrupt!
The Doctor: [the Doctor has walked through a door which is supposed to lead to a waiting room but where he, instead finds himself on a cold and gloomy beach] This is a very odd waiting room. Well, where are the hopelessly out-of-date magazines?
The Doctor: Any witnesses I might produce are scattered all over the universe and all through time. How can I find them now?
The Valeyard: Procrastination, my lady.
Sabalom Glitz: Here. This is for you. Now, if you don't mind telling me, how do I get out of here?
The Doctor: It's from the Master.
Sabalom Glitz: I know. I've just given it to you.
The Master: For a lie to work, madam, it must be shrouded in truth.