Doctor: So, that's the trap. Or the test or the final judgment, I don't know. But if I kill you, I kill her. Except that implies, in this big grand scheme of Gods and Devils, that she's just a victim. But I've seen a lot of this universe. I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods - out of all that - out of that whole pantheon - if I believe in one thing... Just one thing... I believe in her.
Eleventh Doctor: Gentlemen, we're ready. [Straightens bow-tie, throws lever on his TARDIS console.] Geronimo!
Tenth Doctor: [Theatrically throws lever on his TARDIS console.] Allons-y!
War Doctor: [Works controls on his TARDIS console, disgusted.] Oh, for God's sake! Gallifrey stands!
[The Doctor, Capt. Jack and Rose are cornered by the empty children.]
The Doctor: Go to your room. Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross! Go to your room! [The children lurch away.] I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.
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.
[Van Gogh overhears conversation.]
The Doctor: But I just wondered, between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Dr. Black, museum curator: Well, um, big question. But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of color the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Amy: So you were right. No new paintings. We didn't make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things.
War Doctor: Anyone lose a fez?
Tenth Doctor: You! How can you be here? More to the point, why are you here?
War doctor: Good afternoon. I'm looking for the Doctor.
Tenth Doctor: Well, you've certainly come to the right place.
War Doctor: Good. Right. Who are you boys? Oh, of course, are you his companions?
Eleventh Doctor: His companions?!
War Doctor: They get younger all the time. Well, if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor...
[Tenth Doctor raises his sonic, and then Eleventh Doctor raises his.]
War Doctor: Really?
Eleventh Doctor: Yeah.
Tenth Doctor: Really.
War Doctor: You're me? Both of you?
Tenth Doctor: Yup!
War Doctor: [nods disbelief toward the Eleventh Doctor, as he looks at Tenth Doctor.] Even that one?
Eleventh Doctor: Yes!
War Doctor: You're my future selves?
Tenth Doctor and Eleventh Doctor: [in unison.] YES!
War Doctor: Am I having a mid-life crisis?
Doctor: Fear. Loneliness. They're the big ones, Rose. Some of the most terrible acts ever committed have been inspired by them. We're not dealing with something that wants to conquer or destroy. There's a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive... Wormhole refractors...You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.
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.
[Mickey has his finger on a button on the console.]
The Doctor: Um... What're you doing that for?
Mickey: 'Cause you told me to.
The Doctor: When was that?
Mickey: About half an hour ago.
The Doctor: Um. You can let go now.
Mickey: Well, how long's it been since I could've stopped?
The Doctor: Ten minutes? Twenty? ... Twenty-nine?
Mickey: You just forgot me!
The Doctor: No, no, no! I was just...I was just...I was calibrating. I was just...no, I know exactly what I'm doing.
Emperor Dalek: Explain yourself.
The Doctor: I said no.
Emperor Dalek: What is the meaning of this negative?
The Doctor: It means no!
Emperor Dalek: But she will be destroyed!
The Doctor: No! 'Cause this is what I'm gonna do - I'm gonna rescue her! I'm gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I'm gonna save the Earth, and then - just to finish you off - I'm gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!
Emperor Dalek: But you have no weapons, no defences, no plan!
The Doctor: Yeah, and doesn't that scare you to death?