“Doctor doctor, what do you say, lets put the id back in yid”

“Yes, Doctor. I'll do what you say. I'll do what you all say.”

“The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name?Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you?Idris: I think you call me... Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone. Idris: We are alone. The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.”

“The Doctor: It's my nose; it has special powers.Nancy: Yeah? That why it's so...?The Doctor: What?Nancy: Nothing.The Doctor: What?Nancy: Nothing. Do your ears have special powers too?”

“The Doctor: Just had a fall. All the way down there, right to the library. Heck of a climb back up.Amelia: You're soaking wet. The Doctor: I was in the swimming pool. Amelia: You said you were in the library. The Doctor: So was the swimming pool.”

“You know this is wrong."It isn't a question. When he turns, White is still wrapped snug in the counterpane, motionless, just his gaze pursuing the doctor about the room. "I am wrong to do this." The doctor says it as if instructing himself. White says nothing. With a sigh, Archer sits on the edge of the bed, smoothing White's curls back from his forehead. "Do you know what we did last night?" To admit it, to speak out loud, seems in itself a terrible affront. It might be his imagination, but the doctor fancies he sees a slight lowering of black lashes, the tiniest quirk of a shy smile. He says, wearily but not without affection, "No, I don't suppose you do.”