100 Best Martha Jones Quotes

Captain: But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect.
The: Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was, it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch. Children of Gallifrey were taken from their families at the age of eight to enter the Academy. Some say that's where it all began, when he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child. Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad.
Martha: What about you?
The: Oh, the ones that ran away, I never stopped.

The: I lied to you, 'cause I liked it. I could pretend, just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive underneath the burnt orange sky. I'm not just a Time Lord: I'm the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There's no one else.
Martha: What happened?
The: There was a war. A Time War. The last great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks for the sake of all creation, and they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now, my family, my friends, even that sky. Ah, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south, the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver. When they caught the light every morning, they lit the forest on fire. We always had...
[sound trails off]

Martha: What's it for? What does a paradox machine do?
Captain: More important, can you stop it?
The: Not until I know what it's doing. Touch the wrong bit; blow up our solar system.
Martha: Then we've got to get to the Master.
Captain: Yeah, how are we going to stop him?
The: Oh, I've got a way. Sorry, didn't I mention it?

Martha: That's aliens. Real aliens. Real proper aliens.
The: [the Doctor responds sternly] Judoon.

[last lines]
The: Now then, close down the gravitic anomalizer, fire up the helmic regulator, and finally, the handbrake. Ready?
Martha: [smiling] No.
The: Off we go.
[the Doctor pulls down a lever and the TARDIS violently shudders into takeoff, tossing them both off-balance]
Martha: Blimey, it's a bit bumpy!
The: Welcome aboard, Miss Jones!
Martha: [shaking his hand across a console panel] It's my pleasure Mister Smith.
[trailer for next episode, then credits]

The: [answering the phone Martha left with him] Hello.
Martha: Doctor, it's Martha.
[with a smile]
Martha: And I'm bringing you back to Earth.

Jenny: Oh now, don't answer back.
Martha: I'll answer back with my bucket over his head!

Professor: Time and time and time again, always running out on me.
Martha: [looking at his watch nervously] Can I have a look at that?
Professor: Oh, it's only an old relic. Like me.
Martha: Where did you get it?
Professor: I was found with it.
Martha: What do you mean?
Professor: An orphan in the storm. I was a naked child found on the coast of the Silver Devestation. Abandoned with only this.
Martha: Have you ever opened it?
Professor: Why would I? It's broken.
Martha: How do you know it's broken if you've never opened it?
Professor: It's stuck. It's old. It's not meant to be. I don't know.
[Martha turns the watch over. The same alien writing as the Doctor's is on it]
Professor: [suspiciously] Does it matter?
Martha: No... it's... nothing. Listen, everything's fine up here. I'm going to see if The Doctor needs me.
[runs out in a panic]

The: [in pain] You mined that sun. Skipped its surface for cheap fuel. You should've scanned for life!
Kath: I don't understand.
Martha: Doctor, what are you talking about?
The: That sun's alive. A living organism. They scooped out its heart. Used it for fuel and now it's screaming!
Kath: What do you mean? How can a sun be alive? Why is he saying that?
The: Because it's living in me.
Kath: [gasps] Oh my god.
The: Humans! You grabbed whatever is nearest and bleed it dry! You should've scanned!
Kath: It takes too long. We'd be caught. Fusion scans are illegal.
The: [screams in pain] Martha! You got to freeze me quickly!
Martha: What?
The: Stasis chamber. You got to take me below minus 200. Freeze it out of me!
[groans in pain]
The: It'll use me to kill you if you don't. The closer we get to the sun, the stronger the link! Med center! Quickly!
Martha: [to Capt. McDonnell] Help me!

Shakespeare: So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors...?
Martha: This country is ruled by a woman.
Shakespeare: Ah, she's royal, that's God's business, though you are a royal beauty.
Martha: Whoa, Nelly. I know for a fact you've got a wife in the country.
Shakespeare: But Martha, this is town.

The: We might die.
Martha: We might not.
The: [gives an approving/measuring look] Good.

Martha: Thing is, though, am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me, I'm living proof.
The: Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux. I know: Back to the Future. It's like Back to the Future.
Martha: The film?
The: No, the novelisation! Yes, the film! Marty McFly goes back and changes history.
Martha: And he starts fading away- Oh my God, am I gonna fade?
The: You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it.

The: [sees Martha's mother walking towards them; smiles] Ah, Mrs. Jones; we never finished our chat.
Francine: [without preamble she slaps the Doctor round the face]
Francine: Keep away from my daughter!
Martha: Mum, what are you doing?
The: [rubbing his jaw] Always the mothers! Every time!

[the Doctor is adjusting his atmospheric converter]
Martha: Doctor, hold on, you said the atmosphere would *ignite*!
The: Yeah, I did, didn't I.
[fires the converter into the sky]

Captain: [about The Master] So Doctor, who is he? How come the ancient society of Time Lords created a psychopath?
Martha: And what is he to you? Like some sort of colleague or...
The: Friend at first.
Martha: Thought you were going to say he was your secret brother or something.
[pause]
The: You've been watching too much TV.

[the Doctor, Martha, Frank, and Solomon have volunteered to work for Mr. Diagoras, and they have entered the sewer]
Mr. Diagoras: Turn left. Go about a half a mile. Follow Tunnel #273. The fall is right in front of you. You can't miss it.
Frank: And when do we get our dollar?
Mr. Diagoras: When you come back up.
The: And if we don't come back up?
Mr. Diagoras: Then I've got no one to pay.
Solomon: Don't worry, we'll be back.
Martha: Let's hope so.

The: Ten seconds. That's all I'll be able to take. No more. Ahh, ahh, ahhh! Martha!
Martha: Yeah?
The: It's burning me up. I can't control it. If you don't get rid of it, I could kill you. I could kill you all.
[lets out a groan of pain]
The: I'm scared. I'm so scared.
Martha: Just stay calm. You saved me, now I return the favor. Just believe in me.

The: Cardiff!
Martha: Cardiff?
The: Ah but, the thing about Cardiff - it's built on a rift in time and space - just like... California on the San Andreas Fault. But the rift bleeds energy. Every now and then I need to open up the engines, soak up the energy, and us it as fuel!
Martha: So it's a pit stop!
The: Exactly. Should only take a few seconds. The rift's been active.

Toclafane: But then the Master came with his wonderful time machine to bring us back home.
Professor: But that's a paradox. If you're the future of the human race, and you've come back to murder your ancestors. You should cancel yourselves out. You shouldn't exist!
Martha: And that's the paradox machine.

Martha: The Utopia Project was the last hope, trying to find a way to escape the end of everything.
Toclafane: There was no solution. No diamonds. Just the dark and the cold.

Martha: Think what the Face of Boe said - his dying words. He said...
The: You are not alone.
[the screen shows the word "YANA". The Doctor has a look of horror on his face]

Martha: It's the day after the election. That's only four days after I met you.
The: We went flying all around the Universe while he was here all the time.
Martha: Are you going to tell us who he is?
The: He's a Time Lord.
Martha: And the rest of it? I mean, who'd call themselves the Master?
The: That's all you need to know.

Martha: Doctor, it's the Professor. He's got this watch, this fob watch that's the same as yours. Same writing, same everything.
The: [looking terrified] Don't be ridiculous.
Martha: I asked him, he said he's had it his whole life.
Captain: So, he's got the same watch.
Martha: But it's not a watch, it's a thing, a chameleon thing.
The: No, no, no, it's this thing, this device, it re-writes biology. Changes a Time Lord into a human.
[Jack looks up]
Martha: And it's the same watch!
The: [desperately] It can't be.
Captain: That means he could be a Time Lord. You may not be the last one.

Martha: [having just escaped the transformed monster that was Lazerus] Are you okay?
Tish: I was gonna snog him.

The: You're this doctor's companion, can't you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?
Martha: Because he's lonely.
The: [Horrified] ... And that's what you want me to become?

The: Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy.
Billy: What in God's name are you talking about?
Martha: Trust me, just nod when he stops for breath.
The: Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow.

Martha: [referring to the Globe theatre] It's like your police box; small wooden box, with all that power inside!
The: Oh, Martha Jones, I like you.

The: [over the intercome] Keep moving fast as you can. And, Martha, be careful. There may be something else onboard the ship.
Martha: [sarcastically] Any time you want to unnerve me, feel free.
The: Will do, thanks.

Martha: I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went I saw people just like you, living as slaves! But if Martha Jones became a legend then that's wrong, because my name isn't important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I've seen him, I know him... I love him... And I know what he can do.

Martha: Do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?
The: Yes, and I failed it.

The: Black tie... Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens.
[thinking about the events of "Rise of the Cybermen"]
Martha: That's not the outfit, that's just you. But anyway, I think it suits you. In a... James Bond kinda way.
The: *James Bond*? Really...

The: They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news for me.
Martha: Why?
[the Doctor looks at her]
Martha: Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous!
[pause]
Martha: Stop looking at me like that.
The: Come on then.

Billy: Where am I?
The: 1969. Not bad as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to.
Martha: Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times. Back when we had transport...
The: Working on it!

The: We need a backup in case they don't reach the auxiliary engines in time. Come on, think! Resources! What have we got?
Martha: [over intercom] Doctor?
The: What is it now?
Martha: Who had the most number ones: Elvis or the Beatles? That's pre-download.
The: Elvis. No! The Beatles. No! Wait, um... um... oh, there was that remix, um... I don't know! I am a bit busy.
Martha: Fine, I'll ask someone else.
The: Now, where was I? "Here Comes The Sun". No, resources!

Clone: [having trouble speaking] My heart... is getting slower.
Martha: [apologetic] There's nothing I can do.
Clone: In your mind you've got so many plans. There's so much that you want to do.
Martha: And I will. 'Never do tomorrow what you can do today' my mum says cause...
Clone: 'Cause you never know how long you've got'... Martha Jones... all that life...
[heart finally gives out; head drops as she dies]

Martha: [about Jack] It's a bit odd though, not very hundred trillion. That coat looks more like World War two.
The: I think he came with us.
Martha: How d'you mean? From Earth?
The: Must have been clinging to the outside of the TARDIS. All the way through the Vortex. Well, that's very him.
Martha: What, do you know him?
The: Friend of mine. Used to travel with me. Back in the old days.
Martha: But he's... I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat. There's nothing. He's dead.
[Jack suddenly wakes up gasping loudly, which causes Martha to scream; Jack grabs onto her as he tries to recover]
Martha: Oh, so much for me.

The: You can stop this right now. We can leave this planet. We can fight across the constellations if that's what you want, but not on Earth!
The: It's too late.
The: Why do you say that?
The: The drumming.
[taps out a drumbeat on the table with his fingers]
The: Can't you hear it?
[taps the beat again, continuously]
The: Inside my head. I thought it would stop. But it never does. It never, ever stops. Inside my head. The drumming, Doctor, the constant drumming.
The: I can help you. Please, let me help.
The: It's everywhere. Listen. Listen. Listen. Here come the drums... here come... the drums...
[a young man is loitering, beating out the drumbeat against his legs, just like Martha earlier, just like the beggar earlier, just like the Master... ~tum tum te tum~]
The: What have you done? Tell me, how have you done this? What are those creatures? Tell me!
The: Oooo, look! You're on TV!
The: Stop it! Answer me!
The: No, really, you're on telly! You and your little band, which by the way is ticking every demographic box, so congratulations on that. God, there you are.
[laughs]
The: You're public enemies 1, 2, and 3. Oh! And you can tell "Handsome Jack" that I've sent his little gang off on a wild goose chase to the Himalayas, so you won't be getting any help from them.
[the Doctor turns to look at Martha and Jack]
The: Go on, off you go, why not start out by turning to the...
[the Doctor turns to the right]
The: RIGHT!
The: [looks up and sees a CCTV camera] He can see us!
[He raises his sonic screwdriver and shorts out the CCTV]
The: Oh! You public menace! Better start running. Go on... run!
The: [closes the phone] He's got control of everything.
Martha: What do we do?
Captain: We've got nowhere to go.
Martha: Doctor, what do we do?
The: Run, Doctor! Run for your life!
The: We run.
[the Doctor, Martha, and Jack all run]
The: [screaming into the phone] I SAID... RUN!

Martha: Do you reckon it's gonna work, those two?
The: I don't know. Anywhere else in the universe I might worry about them, but New York- it's what this city's good at. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses and maybe the odd pig-slave-Dalek-mutant-hybrid, too.
Martha: [laughs] The pig and the showgirl.

Martha: Where's Shakespeare? I wanna see Shakespeare! Author! Author...
[looks at The Doctor cautiously]
Martha: Do they say that? Do they say "Author?"
Audience: Author! Author!
[the whole audience begins to chant "Author!]
The: Well... They do now.

Martha: What killed it?
The: Time. Just time. Everything's dying now. All the great civilisations have gone. This isn't just night, all the stars have burnt out and faded away, to nothing.
Captain: They must have an atmospheric shell. We should be frozen to death.
The: Well, Martha and I maybe. Not so sure about you, Jack.
Martha: But what about the people? Does no one survive?
The: I suppose... we have to hope. Life will find a way.

[Bram separates a section of the TARDIS console. Voices from the past start leaking out and overlapping each other]
Susan: [as said to Ian and Barbara] Well, I made up the name TARDIS from the initials: Time And Relative Dimension In Space.
The: ...dimensionally transcendental.
Jo: What's that mean?
The: You sexy thing!
Idris: See, you do call me that! Is it my name?
The: You bet it's your name!
The: [as said to Leela] That's trans-dimensional engineering. A key Time Lord discovery.
The: [as said to Rose Tyler] The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door, and, believe me, they've tried.
Martha: It's just a box...
Amy: We are in space!
Martha: ...with that room crammed in!
Ian: That thing that looks like a Police Box, standing in a junkyard, it can move anywhere in time and space?

Donna: [Martha's wearing the doctor's coat] You know that coat, sort of works.
Martha: I feel like a kid in my Dad's clothes.
Donna: Oh, well if you're calling him dad you're definitely getting over him.

Martha: Where are we? No, sorry. Got to get used to this whole new language, *when* are we?
The: [looks up and sees a man about to dump waste out on their heads] Mind that.
[He pulls Martha back just before they get pummeled by excrement]
The: Somewhere before they invented the toilet.

The: Martha, this watch is me.
Martha: Right, ok, gotcha.
[beat]
Martha: No, wait, hold on, completely lost!

Martha: All those things you've been ready to die for, I thought for a moment you'd finally found something worth living for.

[series 3 trailer]
Martha: I battle with textbooks.
The: I battle with monsters.
Martha: I've tried to save money.
The: I've tried to save the universe.
Martha: I'm going to be a doctor.
The: I *am* the Doctor.
Martha: Well, let's hope this box is big enough for the both of us.

Captain: Captain Jack Harkness. And who are you?
Martha: [smiles] Martha Jones.
Captain: [half smile, half laugh] Nice to meet you, Martha Jones.
The: Oh, don't start!
Captain: [defensively] I was only saying hello.
Martha: I don't mind.

Martha: And I am telling you I'm not going!

[after landing with the TARDIS]
Martha: But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?
The: Of course we can. Why not?
Martha: It's like in those films: if you step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race.
The: Then, don't step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?

Jenny: Head in the clouds, that one. I don't know why you're so sweet on him.
Martha: He's just kind to me, that's all. And not everyone's that considerate, what with me being a...
Jenny: ...Londoner?
Martha: Exactly! Good old London Town!

Captain: But I keep wondering, what about aging? Cause I can't die but I keep getting older, the odd little, gray hair, you know? What happens if I live for a million years?
The: I really don't know.
Captain: Ok, vanity, sorry. Yeah... can't help it. Used to be a poster boy when I was a kid, living in the Bo-shang peninsula... tiny little place. I was the first one ever to be signed up for the Time Agency, they were so proud of me. The Face of Bo they called me... hummm! I'll see you!
[Jack turns and leaves]
Martha: [Martha gets an stunned look on her face and taps the doctor on the arm to get his attention]
The: [in disbelief] No.
Martha: [incredulously] It can't be!
The: [still in disbelief] No. Definitely not, no.
Martha: [Martha begins to laugh]
The: No!
[the Doctor begins to laugh as he realizes Jack may very well be his old friend the mysterious Face of Bo]

Tish: He's a science geek, I should've known.
The: Science geek, what's that mean?
Martha: That you're obsessively enthusiastic about it.
The: [grins] Oh, nice.

Martha: [on the TARDIS, The Doctor mouthing along silently] It's bigger on the inside!
The: [aloud] Is it? I hadn't noticed.

Unnamed: The shields are down, there's too many of them. Abandon ship! Abandon ship!
Captain: [Jack runs to the monitor] Tha Valiant's down!
Ianto: Air Force in retreat over North Africa, Daleks landing in Japan.
Gwen: We've lost contact with the Prime Minister's plane. Jack! Manhattan!
Captain: [runs to his cell phone] Martha get out of there.
Martha: [bandaging a colleague's head] I can't Jack, I've got a job to do.
Captain: They're targeting military bases and you're next on the list.

Martha: The Doctor sort of travels through time and space and picks us up. God, I make us sound like stray dogs. Maybe we are.
Professor: He travels in time?
Martha: Don't ask me to explain it. That's a TARDIS, that box thing. The sportscar of time travel, he says.
[the word "TARDIS" echoes in Yana's head]

Riley: These doors' trip code is the answer to a random question set by the crew. Nine tours back, we got drunk, thought them up. Reckoning was, if we're hijacked, we're the only ones who know all the answers.
Martha: So you type in the right answer...
Riley: This sends a remote pulse to the clamp. But we only get one chance per door. Get it wrong, the whole system freezes.
Martha: Better not get it wrong, then.
Riley: Okay.
[reading]
Riley: 'Date of the SS Pentalian's first flight?' That's all right. Go!
Martha: [door opens] Yes!
Riley: Twenty eight more to go!
[Later]
Riley: [reading] 'Find the next number in the sequence: 313, 331, 367...?' What?
Martha: You said the crew knew all the answers.
Riley: The crew's changed since we set the questions.

Martha: You *grew* another hand.
The: [waves his hand at her] Hello again.
[Martha isn't convinced. The Doctor stands up]
The: It's fine.
[the Doctor puts his hand out]
The: Look, really it's me.
Martha: [Martha shakes his hand] All this time and you're still full of surprises!
[the Doctor smiles and winks at her]
Chantho: [giggling] Chan, you are most unusual, tho.
The: Well...
[the Doctor, Martha, and Chantho giggle]

Martha: You can't experiment on people, it's insane. It's inhuman!
Dalek: We are not human.

Martha: So, your name's Trepor, yep? Is that Polish? Listen, we're not checking passports. It's not about that, but did you come across from Poland just to work?
Worker: [in an unchanging voice] I came to do my job.
Martha: OK. I need to listen to your heartbeat. This might be a bit cold. Lift.
[the worker lifts up his shirt, and Martha takes his heartbeat. His heart is beating at an extremely high rate, higher than what it should normally be beating at]
Martha: Are you on any medication?
Worker: I'm here to work.
Martha: How many hours a day do you work?
Worker: Twenty four.
Martha: You work 24 hours a day? Down.
[Trepor lowers his shirt]
Martha: Mr. Trepor, have you ever had any form of hypnosis?
Worker: I'm here to work.
Martha: OK.

The: Martha, Donna. Donna, Martha. Please Don't fight. I can't bear fighting.
Donna: You wish.
[shaking Martha's hand]
Donna: I've heard all about you. He talks about you all the time.
Martha: I dread to think.
Donna: No, no, no. No he says nice things. Good things. Nice things; really good things.
Martha: [embarrassed] Oh, my God
[quickly brushing her bangs aside]
Martha: he's told you everything.
Donna: [noticing the ring on the hand she just used] Didn't take long to get over it, though. Who's the lucky man?
The: What man? Lucky what?
Donna: She's engaged you prawn.
The: [as Martha shows the Doctor her ring] Really, who to?
Martha: Tom. That Tom Milligan. He's in paediatrics. Working out in Africa right now. And yes, I know; I've got a doctor who disappears off to distant places. Tell me about it.
Donna: Is he skinny?
Martha: No, he's sort of... strong.
Donna: [pointing to the Doctor] *He* is too skinny for words. You give him a hug you get a paper cut!
The: [as Martha laughs] Oh, I rather you were fighting.

[the TARDIS begins rematerializing in front of Martha Jones immediately after it had just left, the displaced air pushing her back]
The: [exiting TARDIS holding his tie] Told you.
Martha: [the Doctor puts his tie back on as Martha speaks] No, but... but that was this morning. Bu - Did you - Oh, my God, you can travel in time! But hold on: if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go into work?
The: [in a serious tone] Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.

[Martha has just heard Tish being taken over her mobile]
Martha: [angrily to the Doctor] It's your fault, it's all your fault!

Riley: [reading from display] Find the next number in the sequence: 313, 331, 367...? What?
Martha: You said the crew knew all the answers!
Riley: The crew's changed since we set the questions.
Martha: You're joking!
The: 379!
Martha: What?
The: It's a sequence of happy primes - 379!
Martha: Happy what?
The: Just enter it!
Riley: Are you sure? We only get one chance.
The: Any number that reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits and continue iterating it until it yields 1 is a happy number, any number that doesn't, isn't. A happy prime is both happy and prime. Now type it in!
[aside]
The: I dunno, talk about dumbing down. Don't they teach recreational mathematics anymore?

Martha: What do you think it's going to be like in Utopia?
Creet: My Mum used to say the sky was made of diamonds.

General: Dr. Jones, you will come with me. Project Indigo is being activated. Quick march!
Martha: But we can't use Project Indigo. It hasn't been tested, sir, we don't even know if it works.
General: [a panel is opened to reveal a harness-like device] Put it on. Fast as you can!
Captain: Martha, I'm telling you *don't* use Project Indigo, it's not safe.
General: You take your orders from UNIT, Dr. Jones, not from Torchwood.
Martha: [she straps herself into the device] But why me?
General: You're our only hope of finding the Doctor. But failing that, if no help is coming, then with the power invested in me by the Unified Intelligence Taskforce I order you to take this.
[he holds out a small square device]
General: The Osterhagen Key.
Martha: I can't take that, sir!
General: You know what to do! For the sake of the human race!
[She takes the key just as Daleks break onto their floor]
Dalek: Dalek Attack Squad Five reaching north corridor. Exterminate! Exterminate!
General: Dr. Jones
[he salutes her then arms himself]
General: Good luck.
Martha: Bye, Jack.
Captain: Martha, don't do it!
[she pulls the ripcords and vanishes just as General Sanchez is exterminated]
Captain: DON'T!
Ianto: [Jack throws his phone across the room in anger] What's Project Indigo?
Captain: Experimental teleport salvaged from the Sontarans. But they haven't got coordinates or stabilization!
Gwen: So where is she?
Captain: Scattered into atoms. Martha's down.

[about the female roles on stage]
Martha: Those are men dressed as women, yeah?
The: Nothing ever changes in London.

The: I just thought, since you saved my life and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver that needs road-testing, you might fancy a trip.
Martha: What, into space?
The: Well.
Martha: But I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I've got to go into town first thing to pay the rent, I've got my family going mad...
The: If it helps, I can travel in time as well.
Martha: Get out of here.
The: I can.
Martha: Come on, now. That's going too far.
The: I can prove it.
[the Doctor steps into the TARDIS and closes the door. Martha watches amazed as it dematerializes]

The: [just after leaving the ship inside the TARDIS] By the way, you'll be needing this.
[reveals a TARDIS key hanging on a string]
Martha: Really?
The: Frequent fliers privilege.
[Martha hold out both hands, excited; The Doctor places the key in her palms]
Martha: Thank you.
The: Don't mention it.

The: Well, we've landed.
Martha: So, what's out there?
The: I don't know.
Martha: Ha, say that again, that's rare.
The: Not even the Time Lords came this far. We should leave. We should go. We should really, really... go...
[he grins, he and Martha run outside]

Martha: But this Master bloke, he's got the TARDIS. He could be anywhere in time and space.
The: No, he's here. Trust me.
Martha: Who is he anyway? That voice at the end, that wasn't the Professor.
Captain: The Master's a Time Lord. Then he must have regenerated.
Martha: What does that mean?
Captain: It means he's changed his face, voice, body, everything. New man.
[the Doctor is distracted by a beggar tapping out a repeating rhythm on an enamel mug - ~tum tum te tum, tum tum te tum, tum tum te tum~]
Martha: Then how are we going to find him?
[the tapping starts to echo in the Doctor's head]
The: I'll know him, the moment I see him. Time Lords always do.

Martha: [over walkie-talkie] This is Doctor Jones. Operation Blue Sky is go, go, go. I repeat, this is a go.

Martha: Do you mind if I ask? Do you have to start every sentence with 'Chan'?
Chantho: [honest] Chan, yes, tho.
Martha: And end every sentence with...
Chantho: Chan, tho, tho.
Martha: What would happen if you didn't?
Chantho: [sounds alarmed at the suggestion] Chan, that would be rude, tho!
Martha: [looks around to check if anyone's listening; in an undertone] What, like swearing?
Chantho: [does the same things Martha did] Chan, indeed, tho.
Martha: [in a soft voice] Go on, just once.
Chantho: [laughing, slightly embarrased] Chan, I can't, tho!
Martha: [encouraging] Oh, do it for me.
Chantho: [with difficulty] No.
[Chantho laughs, so does Martha]

Captain: So there I was, stranded in the year two-hundred-one-hundred, ankle deep in Dalek dust, he goes off without me. But I had this. I used to be a Time Agent, it's called a Vortex Manipulator. He's not the only one who can time travel...
The: Excuse me, that's not time travel. It's like, I've got a sports car, you've got a Space Hopper.
Martha: Oh, boys and their toys.
Captain: All right, so I bounced.

Martha: That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?
The: Sorry?
Martha: In Chancellor Street, this morning? Came up to me and took your tie off.
The: [amazed] Really? What'd I do that for?
Martha: I don't know, you just did.
The: Not me. I was here in bed. Ask the nurses.
Martha: Well, that's weird, 'cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?
The: No, not anymore. Just me.

John: You knew this all along and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I...
Martha: I didn't know how to stop you. He gave me a list of things to watch out for, but that wasn't included.
John: Falling in love? That didn't even occur to him?
Martha: No.
John: Then what sort of man is that? And now you expect me to die?

Joan: Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a scivvy and hardly one of your colour.
Martha: Oh, d'you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row: scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform. Distal row: trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges: proximal, middle, distal.
Joan: You read that in a book.
Martha: Yes, to pass my exams!

Martha: [to Shakespeare] I don't know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but... your breath doesn't half stink.

The: We're accelerating into the future. The year one billion, five billion, five trillion, fifty trillion... What? The year one hundred trillion? That's impossible!
Martha: Why? What happens then?
The: We're going to the end of the universe.
[Captain Jack Harkness is seen in the time vortex hanging onto the TARDIS]
Captain: [shouts] Doctor!

[Luke has just finished rewiring his teleport pod]
Martha: What are you doing?
Luke: Something clever.
[teleports himself onboard the Sontaran ship]
Sontarans: [chanting] Sontar-ha! Sontar-ha!
[chanting stops when they realize Luke has taken the Doctor's place with a device set to ignite the air onboard]
Luke: Sontar-Ha!
[slams the buttom that blows up the ship]

Sally: [to The Doctor] Who are you?
The: [on the DVD] I'm a time traveller. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969.
Martha: [Martha interrupts on-screen] We're stuck. All of space and time he promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop, I've got to support him!
The: [gesturing at the screen] Martha!
Martha: [suddenly realizing she's on-screen] Sorry.

Martha: But isn't that brilliant?
The: It is, of course it is, but depends which one. Brilliant, fantastic, yeah. But they died, the Time Lords, all of them, they died!
Captain: Not if he was human.
The: What did he say, Martha? WHAT DID HE SAY?
Martha: [taken aback] He looked at the watch like he could hardly see it, like that perception filter thing...
The: And what about now? Can he see it now?

William: 'Close up this din of hateful dire decay / Decomposition of your witches' plot! / You thieve my brains, consider me your toy / My doting doctor tells me I am not!'
Lilith: No! Words of power!
William: 'Foul Carrionite specters, cease your show / Between the points... '
[he looks to The Doctor for help]
The: 761390!
William: '761390! / Banished like a tinker's cuss / I say to thee... '
[he again looks to The Doctor]
The: Uh...
[he looks to Martha]
Martha: Expelliarmus!
The: Expelliarmus!
William: 'Expelliarmus!'
The: Good old JK!

Martha: Wait a minute... they had an earthquake in Cardiff a couple of years ago, was that you?
The: Bit of trouble with the Slitheen. Long time ago. Lifetimes - I was a different man back then.

Martha: Hold on, mister! Two hearts?
The: Don't make a habit of it.
[Martha laughs as The Doctor gets up, seemingly fine, but then he yells out in pain]
The: Aaah! I've only got one heart working! How do you people *cope*? I've gotta get the other one started. Hit me. Hit me on the chest.
[He gestures with his right arm, so Martha hits him on the right of his chest]
The: Gaaah! Other *side*!
[Martha hits him on the left of his chest]
The: Urrgh! On the back! On the back!
[He bends over and she hits him with both hands clasped together on the back]
Martha: Uh! Eh! Left a bit!
[She hits him the same way to the left of his spine]
The: Aaah!
[cracks his neck and back and stands up]
The: Lovely! There we go! Bada-*boom*-ba!
The: [sniffs] Well, what are you standing there for?
The: [runs out] Come on! The Dome!

Martha: [lifting a Tank of water containing a hand out of Jack's bag and placing it on the tabetop] Oh, my, God! You've got a hand? A hand in a jar? A hand, in a jar, in your bag!
Doctor: Bu-tha-tha-that's *my* hand!
Jack: I said I had a Doctor Detector.
Chantho: Chan, is this a tradition amongst your people, tho?
Martha: Not on my street! What do you mean that's your hand? You've got both your hands! I can see them!
Doctor: Long story. I lost my hand, Christmas Day, in a sword fight.
[Flashback: The Sycorax Leader chops the Doctor's hand off]
Martha: What? And you... grew another hand?
Doctor: Um, yeah. I did, yeah.
[holds it up and waves it]
Doctor: Hello.
Professor: [to the Doctor] Might I ask, what species are you?
Doctor: Time Lord. Last of. Heard of them? Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, the end of the Universe is a bit humbling.
Chantho: Chan, it is said that I am the last of my species too, tho.
Doctor: Sorry, what was your name?
Professor: My assistant, and good friend Chantho. A survivor of the Malmooth, this was their planet Malcassairo, before we took refuge.
Doctor: The city outside, that was yours?
Chantho: Chan, the conglomeration died, tho.
Doctor: Conglomeration! That's what I said!
Jack: You're supposed to say, "sorry".
Doctor: Oh, yes.
[to Chantho]
Doctor: Sorry.
Chantho: Chan, most grateful, tho.

[first lines]
The: Well, there we go, universal roaming.
[tosses Martha her newly altered cell phone]
The: Never have to worry about a signal again.
Martha: No way. This is too mad. You're telling me I can phone anyone anywhere in space and time on my mobile?
The: As long as you know the area code.

Martha: What are Judoon?
The: They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs.
Martha: And they brought us to the moon?
The: Neutral territory. According to Galactic Law, they got no jurisdiction over the Earth and they isolated it.

Martha: So what is that thing? And where's it from, Planet Zovirax?
The: It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones. You see? Solid leather all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish.

Martha: And you are?
Chantho: Chan-Chantho-Tho.

Novice: My lord gave his life to save the city and now he's dying.
The: No, don't say that. Not old Boe. Plenty of life left.
Face: It's good to breathe the air once more.
Martha: Who is he?
The: don't even know. Legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn't that right? And you're not about to give up now.
Face: Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most.
Novice: The legend says more...
The: Don't. There's no need for that.
Novice: It says that the Face of Boe will speak his final secret to a traveller.
The: Yeah, but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?
Face: have seen so much, perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind. As you are the last of yours, Doctor.
The: That's why we have to survive. Both of us. Don't go.

[looking at the Sontaran Clone version of herself]
Martha: Oh, my God. That's me!

Martha: What's that thing?
The: Sonic screwdriver.
Martha: Well if you're not going to answer me properly.
The: No, really it is. It's a screwdriver, and it's... sonic. Look.
Martha: [scoffing] What else have you got? A laser spanner?
The: I did, but it was stolen by Emmeline Pankhurst. Cheeky woman.

Tallulah: Hey, you're lucky, though. You got yourself a forward-thinking guy, with that hot potato in the sharp suit.
Martha: Oh, he's not - We're not - together.
Tallulah: Oh sure you are! I've seen the way you look at him, it's obvious.
Martha: Not to him.
Tallulah: Oh! I should have realized. He's into musical theatre, huh? What a waste.

Martha: We're on the moon. We're on the bloody moon!

The: How about another planet?
Martha: Can we go to yours?
The: Nah, there's plenty of other places.
Martha: Come on, though. I mean "Planet of the Time Lords". That's gotta be worth a look. What's it like?
The: It's beautiful, yeah... The sky's burnt orange, with the citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome, shining under the twin suns. Beyond that, the mountains go on forever. Slopes of deep red grass, capped with snow.
Martha: Can we go there?
[pause]
The: Nah, where's the fun for me? I don't want to go home.

Martha: Are they selling drugs?
The: I think they're selling moods.
Martha: Same thing, isn't it?

The: Just think. When you get back, you could tell everyone that you've seen Shakespeare.
Martha: Yeah! And then I could get sectioned!

The: Welcome!
Billy: Where am I?
The: 1969. Not as bad as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to.
Martha: Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went 4 times
[At the Doctor]
Martha: Back when we still had transport.
The: Working on it!
Billy: How did I get here?
The: Same way we did. Touch of an angel. Probably the same one since you ended up in the same year. No, no, no, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath, don't go swimming for 30 minutes.
Billy: I don't. I can't.
The: Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. You die in the past, and in the present, they consume the energy of the life you might have had. They're creatures of the abstract, they live off potential energy.
Billy: What in God's name are you talking about?
Martha: Trust me, just nod when he stops for breath.
The: Tracked you down with this.
[Holds up strange machine]
The: This is my timey, wimey detector. Also, it can boil an egg from 30 paces away. Whether you want it to or not, actually. I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow.

Martha: Am I alright? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave or anything?
The: Why ever would you think that?
Martha: Well, not exactly white, in case you hadn't noticed.
The: Well, I'm not exactly human. Just walk round like you own the place, always works for me.

Harriet: [flashing her passport] Harriet Jones... former Prime Minister.
Martha: Yes. I know who you are.