Wilf: God Bless The Cactuses! The Doctor:

...the Very Word 'fiction' Implies Another World, Literally A Different Place, Whereas No One Claims That A Dedicated Sportsman Is Escaping His Life, Or A Chef Or A Nurse. But The Poor Writer - The Sci-fi One Especially - Is Seen As Running Away. Bollocks. This Is Real, For Me, And It's Tough, It's Fun, It's Practical, And It's Very, Very Important.

There's One Tiny Little Gap In The Universe Left, Just About To Close. And It Takes A Lot Of Power To Send This Projection. I'm In Orbit Around A Supernova. I'm Burning Up A Sun Just To Say Good Bye.

I Would Rather Be Confused For 10 Minutes Than Bored For 5 Seconds.

I Saw The Fall Of Troy! World War Five! I Was Pushing Boxes At The Boston Tea Party! Now I'm Gonna Die In A Dungeon.... [disgustedly] In Cardiff!

Rose: My Mum's Here. The Doctor: Oh, That's Just What I Need! Don't You Dare Make This Place Domestic! Mickey Smith: You Ruined My Life, Doctor. [the Doctor Turns And Looks At Him, Irritated] They Thought She Was Dead, I Was A Murder Suspect Because Of You! The Doctor: [looks At Rose] See What I Mean? Domestic! Mickey: I Bet You Don't Even Remember My Name! The Doctor: Ricky. Mickey: It's Mickey! The Doctor: No, It's Ricky. Mickey: I Think I Know My Own Name! The Doctor: You Think You Know Your Own Name? How Stupid Are You?