Paul: Is it an evil spirit?
The Doctor: It's a woman. (Paul crosses himself)
Clara: Who are you?
The Doctor: The Doctor. No? The Doctor?
Clara: Doctor who?
The Doctor: Who. Just the Doctor. Actually, sorry, could you just ask me that again?
Clara: Could I what?
The Doctor: Could you just ask me that question?
Clara: Doctor who?
The Doctor: Okay, just once more.
Clara: Doctor who?
The Doctor: Oooh, yeah. Oooh. Do you know, I never realized how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you.
Miss Kizlet: I'm ever so fond of Alexei, but my conscience says that we should probably kill him.
Mahler: I'll inform HR.
Miss Kizlet: Actually, he's about to go on holiday. Kill him when he gets back. Let's not be unreasonable.
Clara: How'd you get here so fast?
The Doctor: I just happened to be in the neighborhood on my mobile phone.
Clara: When you say "mobile phone," why do you point at that blue box?
The Doctor: Because it's a surprisingly accurate description.
The Doctor: Right! Don't be a monk. Monks are not cool!
The Doctor: It's something in the Wi-Fi.
Clara: Okay.
The Doctor: This whole world is swimming in Wi-Fi. We're living in a Wi-Fi soup. Suppose something got inside it. Suppose there was something living in the Wi-Fi, harvesting human minds. Extracting them. Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the Worldwide Web. Stuck forever. Crying out for help.
Clara: Isn't that basically Twitter?
Clara: What is going on? Is this real? Please tell me what is happening?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor, I'm an alien from outer space. I'm a thousand years old, I've got two hearts, and I can't fly a plane! Can you?
Clara: No.
The Doctor: Ooh, fine. Well, let's do it together.
Clara: Okay, are you going to explain to me what the hell's going on?
The Doctor: It's breakfast.
Clara: What? I ain't waiting until breakfast.
The Doctor: It's a time machine. You never have to wait for breakfast.
Clara: So what happens if you do find them? What happens then?
The Doctor: I don't know. I can't tell the future, I just work there.
Clara: You don't have a plan?
The Doctor: Oh, you know what I always say about plans.
Clara: What?
The Doctor: I don't have one.
Clara: I have insane hacking skills.
The Doctor: I'm from space, and the future, with two hearts and... 27 brains.
Miss Kizlet: The people of this world are in no danger whatsoever. My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy, free-range human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. In fact, he can't get enough of it.
The Doctor: It's obscene. It's murder.
Miss Kizlet: It's life. The farmer tends his flock like a loving parent. The abattoir is not a contradiction--no one loves cattle like Burger King.
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