Doctor: Pfft... I'd have to settle down. In a house or something, a proper house with... With... With... With doors and things. Carpets! Me! Living in a house! Now that... That is terrifying.
Rose: You'd have to get a mortgage.
Rose: Oh yes.
Doctor: I am dying. That's it. I am dying, it is all over.
Rose: Will it... That thing... Is it trapped for good? On video?
Doctor: Hope so. Just to be on the safe side though, I'll use my unrivaled knowledge of trans temporal extirpation methods to neutralise the residual electronic pattern.
Rose: You what?
Doctor: I'm going to tape over it.
Sarah-Jane: I had no problem with space stuff. I saw things you wouldn't believe.
Rose: Try me.
Rose: I've met ghosts.
Sarah-Jane: Robots. Lots of robots.
Rose: Slitheen. In Downing Street.
Rose: Met the Emperor.
Sarah-Jane: Anti-Matter monsters.
Rose: Gas masked zombies.
Sarah-Jane: Real living dinosaurs!
Rose: Real living werewolf!
Sarah-Jane: The Loch Ness Monster!
Kel: You just took a council axe from a council van, and now you're digging up a council road! I'm reporting you to the council! [Rose finds the Isolus pod.]
Rose: It went for the hottest thing in the street: your tar!
Kel: What is it?
Rose: It's a spaceship! Not a council spaceship, I'm afraid.
Rose: [Seeing cat.] Oh! Aren't you a beautiful boy?
The Doctor: Thanks. I've been experimenting with back-combing...oh.
Rose: [Seeing him grimace.] What?
The Doctor: Nah, I'm not really a cat person. Once you've been threatened by one in a nun's wimple, it kind of takes the joy out of it.
Rose: Really though, Doctor, tell me, who are you?
The Doctor: Do you know, like we were saying, about the Earth revolving? It's like when you were a kid, the first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it because it looks like it's standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go... That's who I am. Now forget me, Rose Tyler. Go home.
Doctor: [in a Scottish accent.] Oh, I'm - I'm dazed and confused. I've been chasing this... This wee naked child over hill and over dale. In't that right, ya... Timorous beastie?
Rose: [in a bad Scottish accent.] Ooch, aye! I've been oot and aboot.
Doctor: No, don't do that.
Rose: Hoots mon!
Doctor: No, really don't. Really.
Rose: What's the emergency?
The Doctor: It's mauve.
The Doctor: The universally recognized colour for danger.
Rose: What happened to red?
The Doctor: That's just humans. By everyone else's standards, red's camp. Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing.
Rose: But, it's like...think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once. Just once, and it's gone. It's finished. It'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone and a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still.
Thug: So... I'm... I think I want it in missionary? I think? Well.
Belle: Are you nervous?
Belle: Don't be. Spit it out your desires. Be free. I'm all yours tonight. Do me what you want.
Thug: Allright. I want to fuck you with my cock until you cum. I wanna put a dynamite to your pussy and make you explode with orgasm! I wanna fuck you from behind and eat your shit! I want you to suck my coc.
Belle: OK! I got it! Well... How about we start from the fucking me from behind?