The Master: I am the Master, and you...
The Doctor: Evening.
The Master:... will come to like me once you get to know me, my dear Miss Cheney.
Keep an eye on it for me, will you? I'm just popping out to do something... eccentric.
Prime: What are you?
The Doctor: No, it's how are you.
Alison: What are you?
The Doctor: Mildly annoyed.
Doctor: But I don't exist in your world!
Alt!Brig: Then you won't feel the bullets when we shoot you.
Hex: You look really nice. That dress really suits you.
Ace: Shut your face.
You must survive, Doctor. Too many of your enemies would delight in your death!
(regarding Eighth Doctor's 'death')
Seven: (clapping) Bravo! Bravo my friend!
Five: Very good.
Six: Not bad, I suppose. A little overwrought perhaps. But it's a better exit than I ever had. A bang on the head?! I ask you...
Seven: Even that's more dignified than what I endured. Didn't see that one coming, did I?
What is it about Earth people that makes them think a futile gesture is a noble one?
Good to see you again, Miss Pollard. Welcome to your insanity.