Quotes
Baines: Would you really pull the trigger? Looks too scared.
Martha: Scared and holding a gun. It’s a good combination. D’you wanna risk it?
Martha: Don't just stand there, move! God you're rubbish as a human! Run!
Baines/Son of Mine: Headmaster, sir! Good evening, sir. Come to give me a caning, sir? Would you like that, sir?
Headmaster: Then who are you?
Baines/Son of Mine: We are the Family of Blood.
Baines/Son of Mine: All your little tin soldiers. But tell me sir, will they thank you?
Headmaster: I don't understand.
Baines/Son of Mine: What do you know of history? What do you know of next year?
Headmaster: You're not making sense.
Baines/Son of Mine: 1914, sir. Because the Family has traveled far and wide looking for Mr. Smith and oh, the things we have seen! War is coming. In foreign fields, war of the whole wide world, with all your boys falling down in the mud. Do you think they will thank the man who taught them it was glorious?!
Joan: Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color.
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!
John Smith: How can you think I'm not real? When I kissed you, was that a lie?
Joan: No, it wasn't, no.
John Smith: But this 'Doctor' sounds like some, some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?
Joan: No, that's not true, never.
John Smith: I've got to go.
Joan: Martha was right about one thing though; those boys, they're children. John Smith wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the Doctor. The John Smith I was getting to know... he knows it's wrong, doesn't he?
A voice from outside: Mr Smith! Will you please!
John Smith: What choice do I have?
Hutchinson: This could mean the difference between life and death for us.
Tim Latimer: Not for you and me.
Hutchinson: What are you babbling about?
Tim Latimer: We go to battle together... We fight alongside... I've seen it, not here, not now.
Hutchinson: What's that supposed to mean?
Tim Latimer: It means you and I both survive this and maybe... maybe I was given this watch so I could help... I'm sorry.
Hutchinson: Latimer, you filthy coward!
Tim Latimer, running away: Oh, yes, sir! Every time!
Joan: I'm Sorry, John. But you wrote about it. The Blue Box. You dreamt of a blue box.
John Smith: ...I'm not... I'm John Smith, that's all I want to be, John Smith. With his life.. and his job... and his love. Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man? Why can't I stay?!
Martha: But we need the Doctor.
John Smith: Who am I then? Nothing...? I'm just a story?
John Smith: What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?!
Martha: Because he's lonely.
John Smith: And that's what you want me to become?
Tim Latimer: He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful.
Joan: They're destroying the village.
John Smith: The watch!
Joan: John, don't.
Tim Latimer: Can you hear it?
John Smith: It's sleeping. Waiting to wake.
Tim Latimer: Why did he speak to me?
The Doctor: Oh, low level telepathic field, you were born with it. Just an extra-synaptic engram causing--
John Smith: Is that how he talks?
Martha: All you have to do is open it and he's back.
John Smith: 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 Smith: Falling in love, that didn't even occur to him?
Martha: No.
John Smith: Then what sort of a man is that?... And now you expect me to die?!
Martha: Because I love him to bits, and I hope to God he won't remember me saying that.
Martha: It was always going to end though. The Doctor said the Family's got a limited life span, thats why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise three months and they die. Like Mayflies, he said.
John Smith: So your job was to execute me?
Joan: If I could do this instead of you, then I would. I had hoped… but my hopes aren’t important.
John Smith: He won’t love you.
Joan: If he’s not you, then I don’t want him to.
Jenny/Mother of Mine: He didn't just make himself human. He made himself an idiot.
Baines/Son of Mine: Same thing, isn't it?
Baines/Son of Mine: He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing -- the fury of the Time Lord -- and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden... He was being kind.
He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there, forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. That's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector. We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did.
Joan: Where is he... John Smith?
The Doctor: He's in here somewhere.
Joan: Like a story...could you change back?
The Doctor: Yes.
Joan: Will you?
The Doctor: No.
Joan Redfern: Answer me this, just one question, that's all: if The Doctor had never visited us, if he had never chosen this place, on a whim... would anyone have died?
The Doctor does not answer
Joan: You can go.
Martha: If you want I can go...
The Doctor: Time to move on
Latimer: I just wanted to say goodbye and thank you, because I’ve seen the future and now know what must be done. It’s coming, isn’t it? The biggest war ever.
Martha: You don’t have to fight.
Latimer: I think we do.
Martha: You could get hurt.
Latimer: Well, so could you, travelling round with him, but it’s not going to stop you.
The Doctor: In June 1914, an Archduke of Austria was shot by a Serbian. And this then led, through nations having treaties with nations, like a line of dominoes falling, to some boys from England walking together in France. On a terrible day.
Tim Latimer: One minute past the hour. It's now. Hutchinson, this is the time. It's now! To the right! To the right! We made it...thank you Doctor.