The "Next" Doctor: I'm the Doctor! Simply "the Doctor"! The one, the only, and the best! Rosita, hand me the sonic screwdriver!The Doctor: The what?
The "Next" Doctor: Now quickly, get back to the TARDIS.
The Doctor: Back to the what?
The "Next" Doctor: If you could stand back, sir, this is a job for a Time Lord.
The Doctor: Job for a what-lord?
The Doctor: Oh, that's different.
The "Next" Doctor: Oh, that's new.
Both Doctors simultaneously: Allons-y!
The "Next" Doctor: It's strange, though. I talk of Cybermen... from the stars... and you don't blink, Mr. Smith.
The Doctor: Ah, don't blink, whatever you do, don't blink, remember that? The blinking and the statues and... Sally and the angels... no?
The "Next" Doctor: You're a very odd man.
The "Next" Doctor: There she is. My transport through time and space. The TARDIS.
The Doctor: You've got a... balloon.
The "Next" Doctor: TARDIS. T-A-R-D-I-S. It stands for Tethered Aerial Release Developed In Style!
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
Cyberman: Incorrect. You do not correspond to our image of the Doctor.
The Doctor: Yeah... but that's cause your data base got corrupted. Oh, look, look, look. Check this. The Doctor's info stamp. Plug it in, go on, download.
Cyberman: The core has been damaged. This info stamp would damage Cyber units.
The Doctor:Ah, well, nice try!
Cyberman: The core has been repaired. You are the Doctor.
The Doctor: Hello!
Cyberman: You will be deleted.
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