Have you ever thought what it's like,

One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties.

If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds,

You can't rewrite history.

Yes, it all started out as a mild curiosity in the junkyard,

I made some cocoa

Logic, my dear Zoe,

People spend all their time making nice things

I am not a student of human nature.

It can do many things, Lesterson.

My dear Miss Shaw, I never report myself anywhere,

I am the Master

But I don't exist in your world!

You know Jo, I sometimes think that military intelligence

You could take the usual precautions...

Jenkins...chap with wings there,

I reversed the polarity

Ah, I understand. You have a primary and a secondary reproductive cycle.

A tear, Sarah Jane? No, don't cry.

I never thought I'd have to fire in anger

You know, just once I'd like to meet an alien menace

There's no point being grown-up

They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars,

Excuse me, can you help me?

To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything.

I know that although the Daleks will create havoc and destruction for millions of years,

Where I tread, I leave nothing but dust and darkness...

He's brilliant, absolutely brilliant--

Would you like a jelly baby?

Oh, look!

I suppose the best way to find out where you come from

It's the end...

That's the trouble with regeneration.

Change, my dear.

Rest is for the weary,

Power-mad conspirators, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen - they're still in the nursery compared to us.

There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song.

You want dominion over the living, yet all you do is KILL!

I saw the Fall of Troy! World War Five! I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party!

Could you hurry up and close the door?

I should have known, the way you guys are blending in with the local colour.

Well, it's a special kind of phone box for policemen. They used to have them all over, but this isn't a real one.

Oh, might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas... and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape: the fundamental human.

You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'.

Never forget, Doctor: you did this! I name you, forever...