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- The Doctor: Shakespeare. He really knew his stuff. They all did. The Ancients. Poets. All those sad songs. All those lullabies. Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe. But to humans, greedy, filthy, stupid humans, it's an inconvenience to be bartered away. Well, now we know the truth. Sleep isn't just a function. It's blessed. Every night we dive deep into that inky pool, deep into the arms of Morpheus. Every morning, we wake up and wipe the sleep from our eyes. That keeps us safe. Safe from the monsters inside.
- The Doctor: Sleep is vital. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep.
- Clara: When?
- The Doctor: Well, when you're not looking.
- The Doctor: Shakespeare. He really knew his stuff. They all did. The Ancients. Poets. All those sad songs. All those lullabies. Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe. But to humans, greedy, filthy, stupid humans, it's an inconvenience to be bartered away. Well, now we know the truth. Sleep isn't just a function. It's blessed. Every night we dive deep into that inky pool, deep into the arms of Morpheus. Every morning, we wake up and wipe the sleep from our eyes. That keeps us safe. Safe from the monsters inside.
- The Doctor: Well, when we sleep, the mucus crust builds up in our eyes. Blood cells. Skin cells. That's what dust largely is. Human skin. But your meddling has evolved it. Hot-housed it. What used to be sleep in your eye has turned into a carnivorous lifeform.
- The Doctor: [quoting Shakespeare] "Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more."
- The Doctor: What did you say?
- Nagata: When?
- The Doctor: 1.83 minutes ago.
- Nagata: I said, "We don't have helmet-cams."
- Chopra: Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus. Sleep's the one thing left to us. The one thing they couldn't get their filthy mitts on. Now they're even grabbing that. Colonising it.
- The Doctor: [the Doctor wets his finger and holds it up] Thirty eighth century.
- [he tastes his finger]
- The Doctor: Tuesday.
- Clara: Thirty eighth century?
- The Doctor: Hmm. After the Great Catastrophe, there was a tectonic realignment. India and Japan, they were sort of merged.
- Clara: We still don't know where the rest of the crew are, though. I mean, a place this size? Hey, what? Great Catastrophe? What Great Catastrophe?
- The Doctor: Well, you've got all that to look forward to, haven't you?
- Clara: Looks like a Japanese restaurant. Oh! Have you brought me to a space restaurant?
- The Doctor: People never do that, you know?
- Clara: Do what?
- The Doctor: They never put the word space in front of something just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and futurey. It's never space restaurant or space champagne or, or, or space... you know, hat. It's just restaurant, champagne or hat, even if this was a restaurant.
- Clara: What about spacesuit?
- The Doctor: Peasant.
- [first lines]
- Rassmussen: You must not watch this. I'm warning you, you can never un-see it. But if you do watch... Gagan Rassmussen. I'm Gagan Rassmussen, this is Le Verrier Lab in orbit around Neptune. I've put things together into some kind of order so that you can, um, understand. So that you can have some idea. There are bits missing, sorry about that. I don't fully understand what's been going on here... but, uh, this is what happened.
- Clara: What does she mean, grown?
- The Doctor: She's a Grunt, Clara. They're bred in hatcheries. Cloned muscles. Low intelligence. Brute force. Instant army.
- Clara: That's disgusting.
- The Doctor: Well, that's how they roll in the thirty eighth century.
- Nagata: It's amazing. Everyone on Triton's using it.
- The Doctor: Are they now? Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath. Balm of hurt minds, chief nourisher in life's great feast. Congratulations, Professor. You've revolutionised the labour market. You've conquered nature.
- Rassmussen: Thank you.
- The Doctor: You've also created an abomination.
- The Doctor: No. We can't leave this place until there's not a trace of the dust or your machines left. Or that's it for your lot.
- Nagata: Our lot? What do you mean?
- The Doctor: Oh, the human race.
- Nagata: Who the hell do you think you are?
- The Doctor: Me? I'm in charge.
- Nagata: You have no authority.
- The Doctor: No, but I'm in charge.
- Clara: ...we can't go back out there because the Sandmen will get us.
- The Doctor: Sandmen?
- Clara: Yeah, it's a good name. It fits, like the song.
- [starts singing the Sandman song]
- Clara: Bom, bom, bom.
- The Doctor: No, you don't get to name things. I'm the Doctor. I do the naming.
- Clara: All right. Sorry.
- The Doctor: It's like the Silurians all over again.
- Clara: Okay, well, what would you prefer then? The Dustmen?
- The Doctor: [beat] Sandmen.
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