River Song: Apollo 11's your secret weapon?
The Doctor: No, no, it's not Apollo 11. That would be silly. It's Neil Armstrong's foot.
The Doctor: As long as there's been something in the corner of your eye, or creaking in your house, or breathing under your bed, or voices through a wall — they've been running your lives for a very long time now. So keep this straight in your head: we are not fighting an alien invasion — we're leading a revolution. And today the battle begins.
The Doctor: Oh, this is my friend River. Nice hair, clever, and has her own gun. And unlike me, she really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that. Kinda do, a bit.
River Song: Thank you, sweetie.
The Doctor: I know you're team players and everything, but she'll definitely kill the first three of you.
River: Oh, the first seven, easy.
The Doctor: Seven, really?
River: Oh, eight for you, honey.
The Doctor: Stop it!
River: Make me!
The Doctor: Oh, maybe I will!
Amy Pond: Is this really important, flirting? 'Cause I feel like I should be higher on the list right now!
The Doctor: Guys? Sorry, but you're way out of time. Now, come on, a bit of history for you. Aren't you proud you helped? Do you know how many people are watching this live on the telly? Half a billion and that's nothing, because the human race will spread out among the stars. You just watch them fly. Billions and billions of them for billions and billions of years and every single one of them, at some point in their lives, will look back at this man taking that very first step and they will never ever forget it. Oh, but they'll forget this bit. Ready?
Canton: Ready.
Neil Armstrong: It's one small step for man...
Silent: You should kill us all on sight.
The Doctor: You've given the order for your own execution and the whole planet just heard you.
Neil Armstrong: ...one giant leap for mankind.
The Doctor: And one whacking great kick up the backside for the Silence! You just raised an army against yourself! And now, for a thousand generations, you'll be ordering them to destroy you every day. How fast can you run? Because today's the day the human race throw you off their planet. They won't even know they're doing it. I think, quite possibly, the word you're looking for right now is "Oops".
Nixon: This person you want to marry: black?
Canton: Yes...
Nixon: I know what people think of me, but perhaps I am a little more liberal—
Canton: He is.
Nixon: I think the moon is far enough for now, don't you, Mr. Delaware?
Canton: I figured it might be.
