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The Day of the Doctor


Billie Piper  David Tennant  Ingrid Oliver  Jemma Redgrave  Jenna Coleman  Joanna Page  John Hurt  Jonjo O'Neill  Ken Bones  Matt Smith  Peter de Jersey  Tom Baker  Tom Keller

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Clara: “Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.” Marcus Aurelius.

Student: Are you okay? There was a call for you at the office. From your… doctor.
Clara: Did he leave an address?

The Doctor: Fancy a week in ancient Mesopotamia? Followed by Future Mars.
Clara: Will there be cocktails?
The Doctor: On the moon.
Clara: The moon’ll do.

U.N.I.T. : The Tower of London

Kate Stewart (Jemma Redgrave): Doctor, hello. We found the TARDIS in a field. I’m having it brought in.
The Doctor: No kidding!
Kate Stewart: Where are you? {he points the phone at the helicopter} Oh my god. Oh, Doctor, I’m so sorry. We had no idea you were still in there.

The Doctor: Next time would it kill you to knock!?

The Doctor: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, a word to the wise—as I’m sure your father would have told you—I don’t like being picked up.
Clara: That probably sounded better in his head.
Kate Stewart: I’m acting on instructions direct from the throne. Sealed orders from Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the First.
Clara: The Queen? First? Sorry. Elizabeth the First?

The Doctor to Osgood: Nice scarf.

Kate Stewart: What’s our cover story for this?
Osgood (Ingrid Oliver): Um. Derren Brown.
Kate Stewart: Again?
Osgood: Oh we sent him flowers.

Clara: You have a job?
The Doctor: Why shouldn’t I have a job? I’d be brilliant at having a job.
Clara: You don’t have a job.
The Doctor: I do! This is my job! I’m doing it now.
Clara: You never have a job.
The Doctor: I do. I do.

The Doctor: No More.
Kate Stewart: That’s the title.
The Doctor: I know the title.
Kate Stewart: Also known as Gallifrey Falls.
The Doctor: This painting doesn’t belong here. Not in this time or place.
Clara: Obviously.
The Doctor: It’s the fall of Arcadia. Gallifrey’s second city
Clara: But how is it doing that? How is that possible? It’s an oil painting. In 3D.
The Doctor: Time Lord art. Bigger on the inside. A slice of real time… frozen.

Clara: You okay?
The Doctor: He was there.
Clara: Who was?
The Doctor: Me. The other me. The one I don’t talk about.
Clara: I don’t understand.
The Doctor: I’ve had many faces, many lives. But I don’t admit to all of them. There’s one life I’ve tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars. Between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.

The Last Day of the Time War

The War Doctor (John Hurt): Solider. I’m going to need your gun.

Dalek: Inform high command! We have the Doctor! Seek! Locate! Destroy!

Dalek: The Doctor is escaping. {looking at “No more”} What are these words? Explain! Explain!

Androgar (Peter de Jersey): The High Council is in emergency session. They have plans of their own.
The General (Ken Bones): To hell with the High Council. Their plans have already failed. Gallifrey’s still in the line of fire. So he was there then.
Androgar: He left a message. A written warning for the Daleks. He’s a fool.
The General: No. He’s a mad man.

Time Lord: Sir, we have a security breach to the time vaults.
The General: The omega arsenal. Where all the forbidden weapons are locked away.
Androgar: They’re not forbidden anymore. We’ve used them all against the Daleks.
The General: No. No, we haven’t.

The General: The Moment is gone.
Androgar: I don’t understand. What is the Moment? I’ve never heard of it.
The General: The galaxy eater. The final work of the ancients of Gallifrey. A weapon so powerful the operating system became sentient. According to legend, it developed a conscience.
Androgar: And we’ve never used it?
The General: How do you use a weapon of ultimate mass destruction when it can stand in judgment on you. There is only one man who would even try.

The War Doctor: Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro. I serve notice on you all. Too long I have stayed my hand. No more. Today you leave me no choice. Today this war will end. No more. No more.

The War Doctor: Now… how do you work? Why is there never a big red button?

The War Doctor: Hello? Is somebody there?
 (Billie Piper): It’s nothing. It’s just a wolf.
The War Doctor: Don’t sit on that!
Rose: Why not?
The War Doctor: Because it’s not a chair! It’s the most dangerous weapon in the universe.
Rose: Why can’t it be both?

Rose: Why’d you park so far away? Didn’t you want her to see it?
The War Doctor: Want who to see?
Rose: The TARDIS. You walked for miles and miles. And miles and miles and miles—
The War Doctor: I was thinking!
Rose: I heard you.
The War Doctor: You heard me?
Rose: “No more.”

The War Doctor: It’s activated. Get out of here! {he touches the Moment} Ow!
Rose: What’s wrong?
The War Doctor: The interface is hot!
Rose: Well I do my best.

The War Doctor: You’re the interface?
Rose: They must have told you the Moment had a conscience. Hello! Oh look at you. Stuck between a girl and a box. Story of your life, eh Doctor?
The War Doctor: You know me?
Rose: I hear you. All of you. Jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face and form especially for you. It’s from your past. Or possibly your future. I always get those two mixed up.
The War Doctor: I don’t have a future.
Rose: I think I’m called… Rose Tyler. No. Yes, no. Sorry, no no. In this form, I’m called… Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?
The War Doctor: Stop calling me Doctor.
Rose: That’s the name in your head.
The War Doctor: It shouldn’t be. I’ve been fighting this war for a long time. I’ve lost the right to be the Doctor.
Rose: Then you’re the one to save us all.
The War Doctor: Yes.
Rose: If I ever develop an ego you’ve got the job.

The War Doctor: If you have been inside my head, then you know what I’ve seen. The suffering. Every moment in time and space is burning. It must end. And I intend to end it the only way I can.
Rose: And you’re going to use me to end it. By killing them all. Daleks and Time Lords alike. I could. But there will be consequences for you.
The War Doctor: I have no desire to survive this.
Rose: Then that’s your punishment. If you do this—if you kill them all—then that’s the consequence. You live. Gallifrey, you’re going to burn it. And all those Daleks with it. But all those children too. How many children on Gallifrey right now?
The War Doctor: I don’t know.
Rose: One day you will count them. One terrible night. Do you want to see what that will turn you into? Come on. Aren’t you curious? I’m opening windows on your future. A tangle in time through the days to come, to the man today will make of you. {a fez drops out} Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.

Clara: But the Time War’s over. Why have you brought us here to look at a painting?
Kate Stewart: Well the painting only serves as Elizabeth’s credentials. Proof that the letter is from her. It’s not why you’re here.

Queen Elizabeth I: My dearest love, I hope the painting known as Gallifrey Falls will serve as proof that it is your Elizabeth who writes to you now. You will recall that you pledged yourself to the safety of my kingdom. In this capacity I have appointed you as curator of the under-gallery. Where deadly danger to England is locked away. Should any disturbance occur within its walls, it is my wish that you be summoned. God speed, gentle husband.

Clara: Elizabeth the First. You knew her then.
The Doctor: A long time ago.

England 1562

Ten: Allons-y! There you go, Your Majesty. What did I tell you? Bigger on the inside.
Queen Elizabeth I (Joanna Page): The door isn’t. You nearly took my head off. It’s normally me who does that.

Queen Elizabeth I: Tell me, Doctor, why I’m wasting my time on you. I have wars to plan.
Ten: You have a picnic to eat.
Queen Elizabeth I: You could help me.
Ten: Well. I’m helping you eat the picnic.
Queen Elizabeth I: But you have a stomach for war. This face has seen conflict. It’s clear as day.
Ten: Oh, I’ve seen conflict like you wouldn’t believe. But it wasn’t this face.

Ten: But never mind that, Your Majesty. Up on your feet! Up up!
Queen Elizabeth I: How dare you! I’m the Queen of England.
Ten: I’m not English.

Ten: Elizabeth, will you marry me?
Queen Elizabeth I: Oh my dear sweet love. Of course I will.
: Ah! Gotcha!
Queen Elizabeth I: My love?
Ten: One: the real Elizabeth would never have accepted my marriage proposal. Two: the real Elizabeth would notice when I just casually mentioned having a different face. But then the real Elizabeth isn’t a shape-shifting alien from outer space. And… ding!
Queen Elizabeth I: What’s that?
Ten: It’s a machine that goes “ding”. Made it myself. Lights up in the presence of shape-shifter DNA. Oo! Also can microwave frozen dinners from up to twenty feet and download comics from the future. I never know when to stop.

Ten: Do you think the real Queen of England would just decide to share her throne with any old handsome bloke in a tight suit. Just ’cause he’s got amazing hair. And a nice horse. Oh… it was the horse. I’m going to be king. Run!
Queen Elizabeth I: What’s happening?
Ten: We’re being attacked by a shape shifting alien from outer space formerly disguised as my horse.
Queen Elizabeth I: What does this mean?
Ten: It means we’re gonna need a new horse.

Ten: Oh good work, Doctor. Nice one. The Virgin Queen. So much for history.

Ten: Oh, very clever. Whatever you’ve got planned, forget it. I’m the Doctor. I’m nine hundred and four years old. I’m from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I’m am the Oncoming Storm. The Bringer of Darkness. And you are basically just a rabbit, aren’t you? Okay, carry on. Just a general… warning.

Queen Elizabeth I: A queen would feel compelled to admire the skill of the execution. Before arranging one.

Ten: Back! Both of you now! That’s a time fissure. A tear in the fabric of reality. Anything can happen! {a fez drops out} For instance, a fez.

The Doctor examining dust on the floor: Stone dust.
Kate Stewart: Is it important?
The Doctor: In twelve hundred years I’ve never stepped in anything that wasn’t.

The Doctor: Oi! You! Are you science-y?
Osgood: Oh! Um, well um, yes.
The Doctor: Got a name?
Osgood: Yes.
The Doctor: Good. I’ve always wanted to meet someone called Yes. Now, I want this stone dust analyzed. And I want a report. In triplicate. With lots of graphs. And diagrams. And complicated sums. On my desk. Tomorrow morning. ASAP. Pronto. LOL. See? Job! Do I have a desk?
Kate Stewart: No.
The Doctor: And I want a desk.

Clara: Someday you could just walk past a fez.
The Doctor: Never gonna happen.

Kate Stewart: This is why we called you in.
Clara: 3D again.
The Doctor: Hm. Interesting.
Clara: The broken glass?
The Doctor: No. Where it’s broken from. Look at the shatter pattern. The glass in all these paintings has been broken from the inside.

Kate Stewart: As you can see, all the paintings are landscapes. No figures of any kind.
The Doctor: So?
Kate Stewart: There used to be.
Clara: Something’s got out of the paintings.
The Doctor: Lots of somethings. Dangerous.

The Doctor about the fez: Oh, of course. This is where I come in. Geronimo!

Queen Elizabeth I: Who is this man?
Ten: That’s just what I was wondering.
The Doctor: Oh that is skinny. That is proper skinny! I’ve never seen it from the outside. It’s like a special effect. Oi! {he grabs the fez} Ha! Matchstick man.

Ten about the larger sonic: Compensating?
The Doctor: For what?
Ten: Regeneration. It’s a lottery.
The Doctor: Oh, he’s cool. Isn’t he cool. “I’m the Doctor and I’m all cool! Oops! I’m wearing sand shoes.”

Ten: What are you doing here? I’m busy.
The Doctor: Oh, busy! I see. Is that what they’re calling it, eh? Hello ladies!
Ten: Don’t start.
The Doctor: Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.
Ten: One of them is a Zygon.
The Doctor: Ew… I’m not judging you.

The Doctor: One of those was a Zygon?
Ten: Yeah.
The Doctor: Big red rubbery thing covered in suckers.
Ten: Yeah.
The Doctor: Venom sacs in the tongue.
Ten: Yeah I’m getting the point, thank you.
The Doctor: Nice.

Clara: Doctor, is that you?
The Doctor: Ah, hello Clara! Can you hear me?
Clara: Yeah, it’s me. We can hear you. Where are you?
The Doctor: Where are we?
Ten: England 1562.
Clara: Who are you talking to?
The Doctor and Ten: Myself.

The Doctor: Ah. Hang on! Fez incoming!
Clara: Nothing here.
Ten: So where did it go?

Ten: Okay, you used to be me. You’ve done all this before. What happens next?
The Doctor: I don’t remember.
Ten: How can you forget this?
The Doctor: Hey! Hang on, it’s not my fault. You were obviously not paying enough attention. Reverse the polarity! {they both try} It’s not working.
Ten: We’re both reversing the polarity.
The Doctor: Yes, I know that.
Ten: There’s two of us. I’m reversing it, you’re reversing it back again. We’re confusing the polarity.

The War Doctor coming through: Anyone lose a fez?
Ten: You. How can you be here? More to the point, why are you here?
The War Doctor: Good afternoon, I’m looking for the Doctor.
Ten: Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place.
The War Doctor: Good. Right. Well who are you boys? Oh, of course! Are you his companions?
The Doctor: His companions?
The War Doctor: They get younger all the time. Well if you could point me in the general direction of the Doctor. {they both show him their sonic screwdrivers} Really?
The Doctor: Yeah.

Ten: Really.
The War Doctor: You’re me? Both of you?
Ten: Yep.
The War Doctor: Even that one?
The Doctor: Yes!
The War Doctor: You’re my future selves?
The Doctor and Ten: Yes!
The War Doctor: Am I having a mid-life crisis?

The War Doctor: Why are you pointing your screwdrivers like that? They’re scientific instruments, not water pistols! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Ten: Still. Loving the posh gravelly thing. It’s very convincing.
The Doctor: Brave words, Dick van Dyke.

Clara: I think there’s three of them now.
Kate Stewart: There’s a precedent for that.

The War Doctor: The pointing again! They’re screwdrivers! What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?

The Doctor: Hello! Am I talking to the Wicked Witch of the Well?
Kate Stewart: He means you.
Clara: Why am I the witch?

Clara: Doctor, what’s going on?
The Doctor: It’s a… timey-wimey thing.
The War Doctor: Timey what? Timey-wimey?
Ten: I’ve no idea where he picks that stuff up.

Ten: That is not the Queen of England, that’s an alien duplicate!
The Doctor: And you can take it from him, ’cause he’s really checked.
Ten: Oh shut up.
The Doctor
: Venom sacs in the tongue.
Ten: Seriously, stop it.

The War Doctor: Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?
The Doctor: Yes. No.

The Doctor: I demand to be incarcerated in the Tower immediately with my co-conspirators, Sand Shoes and Granddad.
The War Doctor: Granddad?
Ten: They’re not sand shoes!
The War Doctor: Yes they are.

Kate Stewart: Dear god that man’s clever. Come on!
Clara: Where are we going?
Kate Stewart: My office. Otherwise known as the Tower of London.

Ten: Three of us in one cell? That’s going to cause some nasty anomalies if we don’t get out soon.

Ten: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Getting us out.
Ten: The sonic won’t work on that. It’s too primitive.
The Doctor: Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?

Ten: Okay. So the Queen of England is now a Zygon. But never mind that. Why are we all together? Why are we all here? Me and… Chinny, we were surprised, but you came looking for us. You knew it was going to happen. Who told you?
The Doctor: Oy! Chinny?
Ten: Yeah, you do have a chin.

McGillop (Jonjo O’Neill): You alright?
Osgood: We have to go right now, this minute.
McGillop: What’s wrong?
Osgood: The things from the paintings. I know why they smashed the statues.
McGillop: Why?
Osgood: Because they needed somewhere to hide.

Kate Stewart: Black Archive. Highest security rating on the planet. The entire staff have their memories wiped at the end of every shift. Automated memory filters in the ceiling. Access please. {to Atkins} Atkins, isn’t it?
Atkins (Tom Keller): Yes ma’am. First day here.
Kate Stewart: Been here ten years.

Clara: Lock and key. Bit basic, isn’t it?
Kate Stewart: Can’t afford any electronic security down here. Gotta keep the Doctor out.
The whole of the Tower is TARDIS proofed. He really wouldn’t approve of the collection.
Clara: But you let me in.
Kate Stewart
: You have a top level security rating from your last visit.
Clara: Sorry, my what?
Kate Stewart: Apologies. We have to screen all of his known associates. We can’t information about the Doctor and the TARDIS falling into the wrong hands. The consequences could be disastrous.

Clara: What is that?
Kate Stewart: Time travel. A vortex manipulator. Bequeathed to the U.N.I.T. archive by Captain Jack Harkness on the occasion of his death. Well one of them. No one can know we have this, not even our allies.
Clara: Well why not?
Kate Stewart: Think about it. Americans with the ability to rewrite history. You’ve seen their movies.

Clara: Um, Kate. Should they be here? Why’ve they followed us?
Kate Stewart: Oh, they’ve probably just finished disposing of the humans a bit early.

The War Doctor: Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown-up? Oo… the way you both look at me, what is that? I’m trying to think of a better word than “dread”.
Ten: It must be really recent for you.
The War Doctor: Recent?
The Doctor: The Time War. The last day. The day you killed them all.
Ten: The day we killed them all.
The Doctor: Same thing.

Rose: Go on, ask them. Ask them what you need to know.

The War Doctor: Did you ever count?
The Doctor: Count what?
The War Doctor: How many children there were on Gallifrey that day.
The Doctor: I have absolutely no idea.

The War Doctor: How old are you now?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I lose track. Twelve hundred and something I think, unless I’m lying. I can’t remember if I’m lying about my age, that’s how old I am.
The War Doctor: Four hundred years older than me and in all that time you never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted?
The Doctor: Tell me. What would be the point?
Ten: Two point four seven billion.
The War Doctor: You did count!
Ten: You forgot? Four hundred years? Is that all it takes?
The Doctor: I moved on.
Ten: Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that?
The Doctor: Spoilers.
Ten: No. No no no. For once I would like to know where I’m going.
The Doctor: No, you really wouldn’t.

The War Doctor: I don’t know who you are. Either of you. I haven’t got the faintest idea.
Rose: They’re you. They’re what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets and the man who forgets. The moment is coming. The Moment is me, you have to decide.

Ten: Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing?
The Doctor: Sorry. It just occurred to me this is what I’m like when I’m alone.

Rose: It’s the same screwdriver. Same software, different case.

The War Doctor: …and if you really are me, with your sand shoes and your dickie bow, and that screwdriver is still mine, that calculation is still going on.

Rose: Same software. Different face.

The Doctor: Hey! Four hundred years in four seconds. We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but I tell you what boys. We are incredibly clever. {Clara rushes in through the door} How did you do that?
Clara: It was unlocked.
The Doctor: Right.

Clara: So they’re both you then, yeah?
The Doctor: Yes. You’ve met them before. Don’t you remember?
Clara: A bit. Nice suit.
Ten: Thanks.
Clara: Hang on. Three of you in one cell and none of you thought to try the door?

Elizabeth I: I understand you’re rather fond of this world. It’s time I think you saw what’s going to happen to it.

Kate Stewart: But if those creatures have got access to the Black Archive we may just have lost control of the planet.

Elizabeth I: The Zygons lost their own world. It burnt in the first days of the Time War. A new home is required.
Clara: So they want this one.
Elizabeth I: Not yet. Far too primitive. Zygons are used to a certain level of comfort.

Clara: That’s him! That’s the Zygon in the picture now!
The War Doctor: It’s not a picture, it’s a stasis cube. Time Lord art. Frozen instants in time. Bigger on the inside. But could be deployed as—
Ten: Suspended animation. Oh, that’s very good! The Zygons all pop inside the pictures, wait a few centuries ’til the planet’s a bit more interesting and then out they come.
The Doctor: See Clara, they’re stored in the paintings in the under-gallery. Like cup-a-soups. Except you add time if you can picture that. Nobody can picture that. Forget I said cup-a-soups.
Clara: And now the world is worth conquering. So the Zygons are invading the future from the past.

Ten: And do you know why I know that you’re a fake? Because you’re such a bad copy. It’s not just the smell. Or the unconvincing hair. Or the atrocious teeth. Or the eyes, just a bit too close together. Or the breath that could stun a horse! It’s because my Elizabeth—the real Elizabeth—would never be stupid enough to reveal her own plan. Honestly, why would you do that?
Elizabeth I: Because it’s not my plan. And I am the real Elizabeth.
Ten: Okay. So. Backtracking a moment just to lend some context to my earlier remarks.
Elizabeth I: My twin is dead in the forest. I am accustomed to taking precautions. These Zygon creatures never even considered that it was me who survived rather than their own commander. The arrogance that typifies their kind.
Clara: Zygons?
Elizabeth I: Men.
Clara: And you actually killed one of them?
Elizabeth I: I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but at the time so did the Zygon.

Elizabeth I: The future of my kingdom is imperiled. Doctor, can I rely on your service?
Ten: Well I’m gonna need my TARDIS.
Elizabeth I: It has been procured already.

The War Doctor: Is there a lot of this in the future?
The Doctor: It does start to happen, yeah.

The Doctor: Right then. Back to the future.

The War Doctor: You let this place go a bit.
The Doctor: Ah, it’s his grunge phase. He grows out of it.
Ten: Don’t you listen to them. {the TARDIS sparks and changes} The desktop is glitchying!
The War Doctor: Three of us from different time zones, it’s trying to compensate.

The Doctor: Hey. Look. The round things!
Ten: I love the round things.
The Doctor: What are are the round things?
Ten: No idea.

Ten: Oh, you’ve redecorated. I don’t like it.
The Doctor: Oh! Oh yeah, oh you never do! Listen, we’re going to the National Gallery, the Zygons are underneath it.
Clara: No! U.N.I.T. HQ. They followed us there in the Black Archive. {all three turn to look at her} Okay. So you’ve heard of that then.

Kate Stewart: You’ll realize there are protocols protecting this place. Osgood.
Osgood: In the event of alien incursion the contents of this room are deemed so dangerous it will self-destruct in—
Kate Stewart: Five minutes. There’s a nuclear warhead twenty feet beneath us. Are you sitting comfortably?
Zygon Kate: You would destroy London?
Kate Stewart: To save the world? Yes I would.
Zygon Kate: You’re bluffing.
Kate Stewart: You really think so? Somewhere in your memory is a man called Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. I’m his daughter.

The Doctor: Science leads, Kate. Is that what you meant? Is that what your father meant?
Kate Stewart: Doctor?
The Doctor: Space-time telegraph, Kate. A gift from me to your father. Hotline straight to the TARDIS. I know about the Black Archive and I know about the security protocol. Kate, please—please! Tell me you are not about to do something unbelievably stupid.
Kate Stewart: I’m sorry Doctor. {to McGillop} Switch it off.
Ten: Not as sorry as you will be. This is not a decision you will ever be able to live with.

Ten: Tower of London. Totally TARDIS proof.
Clara: How can they do that?
The Doctor: Alien technology plus human stupidity. Trust me, it’s unbeatable.
The War Doctor: We don’t need to land.
Ten: Yeah we do. Tiny bit. Try and keep up.
The War Doctor: No we don’t. We don’t. There is another way. {holding the stasis cube} Cup-a-soup! What is cup-a-soup?

Zygon Kate: We only have to agree to live.
Kate Stewart: Sadly we can only agree to die.

The War Doctor: Hello.
Ten: I’m the Doctor.
The Doctor: Sorry about the Dalek.
Clara: Also the showing off.

The War Doctor: You’re about to murder millions of people.
Kate Stewart: To save billions. How many times have you made that calculation?
The Doctor: Once. It turned me into the man I am now. I’m not even sure who that is anymore.
Ten: You tell yourself it’s justified but it’s a lie. Because what I did that day was wrong. Just wrong.
The Doctor: And because I got it wrong, I’m going to make you get it right.

Clara: Hello.
The War Doctor: Hello.
Clara: I’m Clara. We haven’t really met yet.
The War Doctor: I look forward to it.

The War Doctor: Is there a problem?
Clara: The Doctor. My… my Doctor. He’s always talking about the day he did it. The day he wiped out the Time Lords to stop the war.
The War Doctor: One would.
Clara: You wouldn’t. Because you haven’t done it yet. It’s still in your future.
The War Doctor: You’re very sure of yourself.
Clara: He regrets it. I see it in his eyes every day. He’d do anything to change it.
The War Doctor: Including saving all these people. How many worlds has his regret saved, do you think? Look over there. Humans and Zygons, working together in peace.

The War Doctor: How did you know?
Clara: Your eyes. They’re so much younger.
The War Doctor: Then all things considered, time I grew up.

The War Doctor: I’ve see all I needed. The moment has come. I’m ready.
Rose: I know you are.

Rose: Well you wanted a big red button. One big bang. No more Time Lords, no more Daleks. Are you sure?
The War Doctor: I was sure when I came in here. There is no other way.
Rose: You’ve seen the men you will become.
The War Doctor: Those men? Extraordinary.
Rose: They were you.
The War Doctor: No. They are the Doctor.
Rose: You’re the Doctor too.
The War Doctor: No. Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame. Whatever the cost.

Rose: You know the sound the TARDIS makes? That wheezing, groaning? That sound brings hope wherever it goes.
The War Doctor: Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.
Rose: To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Anyone. However lost. Even you.

The War Doctor: Go away now, all of you. This is for me.
Ten: These events should be time locked. We shouldn’t even be here.
The Doctor: So something let us through.
Rose: You clever boys.

The War Doctor: Go back. Go back to your lives. Go on, be the Doctor that I could never be. Make it worthwhile.
Ten: All those years, burying you in my memory.
The Doctor: Pretending you didn’t exist. Keeping you a secret, even from myself.
Ten: Pretending you weren’t the Doctor, when you were the Doctor more than anybody else.
The Doctor: You were the Doctor on the day it wasn’t possible to get it right.
Ten: But this time…
The Doctor: You don’t have to do it alone.
The War Doctor: Thank you.

Ten: What we do today is not out of fear or hatred, it is done because there is no other way.
The Doctor: And it is done in the name of many lives we are failing to save.

The Doctor: What? What is it, what?
Clara: Nothing.
The Doctor: No. It’s something. Tell me.
Clara: You told me you wiped out your own people, I just… I never pictured you doing it, that’s all.

Rose: Take a closer look.
Clara: What’s happening?
The War Doctor: Nothing. It’s a projection.
Rose: It’s the reality around you.
Rose: These are the people you’re gonna burn?
Ten: There isn’t anything we can do.
The Doctor: He’s right. There isn’t another way, there never was. Either I destroy my own people or let the universe burn.
Clara: Look at you. The three of you. The warrior, the hero… and you.
The Doctor: And what am I?
Clara: Have you really forgotten?
The Doctor: Yes. Maybe, yes.
Clara: We’ve got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero.
The Doctor: Then what do I do?
Clara: What you’ve always done. Be a doctor.

Clara: You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?
Ten: Never cruel or cowardly.
The War Doctor: Never give up, never give in.

Ten: You’re not actually suggesting that we change our own personal history?
The Doctor: We change history all the time. I’m suggesting something far worse.
The War Doctor: What exactly?
The Doctor: Gentlemen, I have had four hundred years to think about this. I’ve changed my mind.

The War Doctor: There’s still a billion billion Daleks up there attacking us.
The Doctor: Yes, there is! There is!
Ten: But there’s something those billion billion Daleks don’t know.
The Doctor: ‘Cause if they did they’d probably send for reinforcements.
Clara: What? What don’t they know?
The Doctor: This time there’s three of us.

The War Doctor: She didn’t just show me any old future, she told me exactly the future I need to see!
Rose: Now you’re getting it.
The Doctor: Eh? Who did?
The War Doctor: Oh, Bad Wolf Girl I could kiss you!
Rose: Yeah, that’s gonna happen.
Ten: Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?

Clara: So what are we doing? What’s the plan?
The War Doctor: The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey. Firing on it constantly.
Ten: The sky trench is holding. But, what if the whole planet just disappeared?
Clara: Tiny bit of an ask.
Ten: The Daleks will be firing on each other. They’d destroy themselves in their own crossfire.
The War Doctor: Gallifrey will be gone, the Daleks will be destroyed, and it would look to the rest of the universe as if they’d annihilated each other.
Clara: But where would Gallifrey be?
Ten: Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time. Safe and hidden away.
The Doctor: Exactly…
The War Doctor: …like a painting.

The General: What’s the mad fool talking about?
The Doctor: Hello! Hello! Gallifrey High Command. This is the Doctor speaking.

Ten: Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?
The War Doctor: Also the Doctor. Standing ready.
The General: Dear god, three of them. All my worst nightmares at once.
Ten: General, we have a plan.
The Doctor: We should point out that at this moment it is a fairly terrible plan.
Ten: And almost certainly won’t work.
The Doctor: I was happy with “fairly terrible.”
Ten: Sorry, I was just thinking out loud.

The War Doctor: Just about ready to do it.
The General: Ready to do what?
The Doctor: We’re going to freeze Gallifrey.
The General: I’m sorry, what?
Ten: Using our TARDISes, we’re gonna freeze Gallifrey in a single moment in time.
The War Doctor: You know like the stasis cubes? A single moment in time held in a parallel pocket universe.
The Doctor: Except we’re going to do it to a whole planet.
Ten: And all the people on it.
The General: What? Even if that were possible, which it isn’t, why would you do such a thing?
The Doctor: Because the alternative is burning.
Ten: And I’ve seen that.
The Doctor: And I never want to see it again.
The General: We’d be lost in another universe. Frozen in a single moment. We’d have nothing.
The Doctor: You would have hope. And right now that is exactly what you don’t have.
The General: It’s delusional! The calculations alone would take hundreds of years.
The Doctor: Oh hundreds and hundreds.
Ten: But don’t worry. I started a very long time ago.

The General: I didn’t know when I was well off. All twelve of them!
Thirteen: No sir. All thirteen!

Androgar: Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening! They’re increasing their firepower.
The General: Do it, Doctor. Just do it. Do it!
The Doctor: Okay. Gentlemen, we’re ready. Geronimo!
Ten: Allons-y!
The War Doctor: For god’s sake. Gallifrey stands!

The War Doctor: I don’t suppose we’ll ever know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing. As opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.
Clara: Life and soul, you are.

Ten: What is it actually called?
The Doctor: Well there’s some debate. Either No More. Or Gallifrey Fails.
The War Doctor: Not very encouraging.
Ten: How did it get here?
The Doctor: No idea.
Ten: There’s always something we don’t know, isn’t there?
The War Doctor: I should certainly hope so. Well gentlemen, it has been an honor and a privilege.
Ten: Likewise.
The Doctor: Doctor.

The War Doctor: I won’t remember this, will I?
The Doctor: The time streams are out of sync. You can’t retain it, no.
The War Doctor: So I won’t remember that I tried to save Gallifrey rather than burn it. I’ll have to live with that. But for now, for this moment, I am the Doctor again. Thank you.

The War Doctor: Of course. Of course, it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. {regenerating} I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time.

Ten: I won’t remember either so you might as well tell me.
The Doctor: Tell you what?
Ten: Where it is we’re going that you don’t want to talk about.
The Doctor: I saw Trenzalore. Where we’re buried. We die in battle among millions.
Ten: That’s not how it’s supposed to be.
The Doctor: That’s how the story ends. Nothing we can do about it. Trenzalore is where you’re going.
Ten: Oh, never say nothing. Anyway, good to know my future is in safe hands. Keep a tight hold on it, Clara.
Clara: On it.

Ten: Trenzalore. We need a new destination, because… I don’t wanna go.
The Doctor: He always says that.

Clara: Need a moment alone with your painting?
The Doctor: How did you know?
Clara: Those big sad eyes. I always know.

Clara: Oh, by the way. There was an old man looking for you. I think it was the curator.
The Doctor: I could be a curator. I’d be great at curating. I’d be The Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place.
The Curator/Four (Tom Baker): You know I really think you might.
The Doctor: I never forget a face.
Four: I know you don’t. And in years to come you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favorites, eh?

Four: You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title?
The Doctor: Which title? There’s two. No More and Gallifrey Falls.
Four: No, you see, that’s where everybody’s wrong.. It’s all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh?
The Doctor: That Gallifrey didn’t fall. It worked. It’s still out there!
Four: I’m only a humble curator, I’m sure I wouldn’t know.
The Doctor: Then where is it?
Four: Where is it indeed? Lost, perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me. Oh… you have a lot to do.
The Doctor: Do I? Is that what I’m supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey?
Four: That’s entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do.
If I were you—ah! If I were you…. Perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations.
The Doctor: Thank you very much.
Four: Or perhaps it doesn’t matter either way. Who knows. Who knows.

The Doctor: Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of course I dream”, I tell her. “Everybody dreams”. “But what do you dream about?,” she’ll ask. “The same thing everybody dreams about,” I tell her. “I dream about where I’m going.” She always laughs at that. “But you’re not going anywhere, you’re just wandering about.” That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going. Where I’ve always been going. Home. The long way around.