The Doctor: What's wrong?
Clara: Did we just watch the entire life cycle of earth, birth to death?
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: And you're okay with that?
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: How can you be?
The Doctor: The TARDIS. She's time. With re-vortex, and so on.

Clara: Do you know what? Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you.
The Doctor: Well I didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. Do you think
I'm lying?
Clara: I don't know. I don't know! But if you didn't do it for her, I mean. Do you know what? It was
cheap, it was pathetic; no, no no, it was patronizing. Patting us on the back saying you're big enough to go to the shops by yourself now, toddle along.
The Doctor: No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me
respecting you.
Clara: Oh my God, really, was it? Because respected is not how I feel.
The Doctor: Right. OK. Ah...
Clara: I nearly didn't press that button. I nearly put it wrong. That was you. My friend making me
scared, making me feel like a bloody idiot!
The Doctor: Language.
Clara: Oh don't you ever tell me to mind my language. Don't you ever tell me to take the stabilizers
off my bike and don't you dare lump me in with all the rest of the little humans that you think are so
tiny and silly and predictable. You walk our earth, Doctor, you breathe our air. You make us your
friend, and that is your moon too and you can damn well help us when we need it!
The Doctor: I was helping.
Clara: What? By clearing off?
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: Well then clear off! Go on! You can clear off. Get back in your lonely, lonely pretty TARDIS
and you don't come back.
The Doctor: Clara! Clara!
Clara: You go away. OK? You go a long way away.

Nice name...Clara...should definitely keep it.

The Doctor

Do you want to help me? Or do you want to stand here stamping your foot? Because let me tell you, I’m two thousand years old. And I’ve never had the time for the luxury of outrage.

The Doctor

Clara: The library. You were mentioned in a book. You call yourself Doctor. Why do you do that? You have a name. I've seen it. In one tiny corner of that tiny book.
The Doctor: If I rewrite today, you won't remember, you won't go looking for my name.
Clara: We'll still have secrets.
The Doctor: It's better that way.

The Doctor: That's your answer for everything, isn't it. Vote for an idiot.
Kate: If you say so, Mr. President.

There will now be an unscheduled faith change. From this moment on, I dedicate this church to one cause. Silence. The Doctor will not speak his name, and war will not begin. Silence will fall!

Tasha Lem

Look at you now, all grown up.

The Doctor

Clara: What's wrong? You don't think it's done yet?
The Doctor: I think a decent vet would give it an even chance.

Clara: So, to be clear, nobody but me can see your clothes.
The Doctor: Yes, and I'm starting to believe it might be creating a bit of tension.

Clara: Doctor.
Doctor: Yes?
Clara: I may be a teeny tiny bit terrified.

Clara: Ashildr?
Ashildr/Me: Ashildr?
The Doctor: That's your name. I keep telling you that.
Ashildr/Me: Do you? Infinite lifespan, finite memory. It makes for an awkward social life.