Son of Mine: He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing... the fury of the Time Lord... and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind... He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star
[Shows Son of Mine's Father screaming wrapped in chains]
Son of Mine: He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy
[Shows Wife of Mine falling from the TARDIS' open doors into a bright light screaming]
Son of Mine: To be imprisoned there... forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her... but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror.
[shows a little girl peering out from a mirror]
Son of Mine: If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. That's *always* her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England as their protector.
[Son of Mine suspended from a Scarecrow's crossbrace, the doctor puts a bag over his head]
Son of Mine: We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did.
Tim Latimer: He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.
John Smith: [quickly and almost whispering] Stop it.
Tim Latimer: He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe.
John Smith: [Panicked/Angry] Stop it, I said stop it!
Tim Latimer: And... he's wonderful.
John Smith: You knew this all along and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I...
Martha Jones: I didn't know how to stop you. He gave me a list of things to watch out for, but that wasn't included.
John Smith: Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?
Martha Jones: No.
John Smith: Then what sort of man is that? And now you expect me to die?
Baines: War is coming. In foreign fields, war of the whole wide world, with all your boys falling down in the mud. Do you think they will thank the man who taught them it was glorious?
Joan Redfern: Answer me this - just one question, that's all. If the Doctor had never visited us, if he'd never chosen this place... on a whim... would anybody here have died?
[the Doctor does not answer]
Joan Redfern: You can go now.
Joan Redfern: Where is he... John Smith?
The Doctor: He's in here somewhere.
Joan Redfern: Like a story... could you change back?
The Doctor: Yes.
Joan Redfern: Will you?
The Doctor: No.
Joan Redfern: I'm Sorry, John. But you wrote about it. The Blue Box. You dreamt of a blue box.
John Smith: I'm not...
John Smith: I'm John Smith, that's all I want to be, John Smith. With his life... and his job... and his love. Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man? Why can't I stay?
Martha Jones: But we need the Doctor.
John Smith: Who am I then? Nothing...? I'm just a story?
Jenny: He didn't just make himself human. He made himself an idiot.
Son of Mine: Same thing, isn't it?
John Smith: How can you think I'm not real? When I kissed you, was that a lie?
Joan Redfern: No, it wasn't, no
John Smith: But this 'Doctor' sounds like some, some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?
Joan Redfern: No, that's not true, never.
John Smith: I've got to go.
Joan Redfern: Martha was right about one thing though; those boys, they're children. John Smith wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the Doctor. The John Smith I was getting to know... he knows it's wrong, doesn't he?
John Smith: What choice do I have?
Hutchinson: This could mean the difference between life and death for us.
Tim Latimer: Not for you and me.
Hutchinson: What are you babbling about?
Tim Latimer: We go to battle together... We fight alongside... I've seen it, not here, not now.
Hutchinson: What's that supposed to mean?
Tim Latimer: It means you and I both survive this and maybe... maybe I was given this watch so I could help... I'm sorry.
Hutchinson: Latimer, you filthy coward!
Tim Latimer: Oh, yes, sir! Every time!
The Doctor: You're this doctor's companion, can't you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?
Martha Jones: Because he's lonely.
The Doctor: [Horrified] ... And that's what you want me to become?
Joan Redfern: Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a scivvy and hardly one of your colour.
Martha Jones: Oh, d'you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row: scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform. Distal row: trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges: proximal, middle, distal.
Joan Redfern: You read that in a book.
Martha Jones: Yes, to pass my exams!
Son of Mine: Headmaster, sir! Good evening, sir. Come to give me a caning, sir? Would you like that, sir?
Baines: We'll blast them into dust, then fuse the dust into glass, then shatter them all over again!
Son of Mine: [chasing people with a gun] We've been hiding for too long, this is sport!
Headmaster: Then who are you?
Son of Mine: We are the Family of Blood.
Phillips: And who are these friends of yours in fancy dress?
[referring to the group of Animated Scarecrows standing alongside Baines/Son of Mine]
Son of Mine: Do you like them, Mr. Phillips? I made them myself. I'm ever so good at science, sir. Look!
[pulls the arm off of an Animated Scarecrow]
Son of Mine: Molecular fringe animation, fashioned in the shape of straw men, sir. My own private army. Ever so clever, sir!