Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.

There’s this issue you’re not allowed to discuss: that women are needy. Men can go for longer, more happily, without women. That’s the truth. We don’t, as little boys, play at being married - we try to avoid it for as long as possible. Meanwhile women are out there hunting for husbands.

So is this how it works Doctor? You never interfere with the affairs of other peoples or planets, unless there are children crying?

Amy: I had something I wanted to tell him. Stuff always gets in the way. Canton: Stuff does that.

People don't really have a relationship with great writing or great production or great art direction or great direction. They just sort of admire it.

Always take a banana to a party.

Amy: I never knew you drank wine. Doctor: I'm 1103 I must have drunk it sometime in my life. *takes sip and spits it out in disgust*