Robertson: You're not going down there. It's too dangerous.
The Doctor: I eat danger for breakfast. [to Yaz] I don't. I prefer cereal. Or croissants. Or those little fried Portuguese... never mind. It's not important.

Robertson: You're not going down there. It's too dangerous.
The Doctor: I eat danger for breakfast. [to Yaz] I don't. I prefer cereal.

Yaz: So what do we do?
Robertson: Why are you asking her?
Ryan: Because she's in charge, bro.
Robertson: Says who?
Ryan, Yaz, Graham: SAYS US.

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The Doctor: You can't be President if you fired Yaz's mum.
Najia: Najia.

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Robertson: I am Jack Robertson and this is my hotel, just one hotel in an incredibly successful chain of hotels which is just one small part of my business portfolio as featured in Fortune Global 500. Does that ring a bell?
The Doctor: Should I look impressed right now? Is that impressive?

Robertson: Who are you people?
Graham: Word of advice, mate. Run now, ask questions later.

Big spider problem in this city right now, Yaz. Glad to be home?

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The Doctor: Oooh, fun fact. If you weave dragline spider silk as thick as a pencil, it's strong enough to stop a plane in flight.
Graham: You're kidding.
The Doctor: I'm not. I've had to deal with it. Well, me and Amelia Earhart. You'd like her. She's a right laugh.

Ryan: Spiders don't do that, do they?
The Doctor: Wrong question, Ryan. You should be asking where is the spider that did this.

I love a conspiracy

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Maybe I'm nervous. Or just socially awkward. I'm still figuring myself out.

The Doctor

The Doctor: Imagine me with a sofa. Like, my own sofa. I could get a purple one and sit on it. Am I being weird?
Ryan: Little bit, yeah.
The Doctor: I was trying to do small talk. Thought I was doing quite well.
Yaz: Needs work.