Date: January 21, 1941
Location: London, England, UK

The Bad Wolf reference in this episode is: The German bomb at the end has the inscription SCHLECTHER WOLF painted on the side; which is German for Bad Wolf

As the Doctor (Christopher Eccleston) notes several times, no one dies in this episode.

"Dancing" is used repeatedly during this episode as a metaphor for sex.

The Doctor: (to the Empty Children) Go to your room. Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross! Go to your room! (the Empty Children back away) I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.

The Doctor: How was your con supposed to work?
Jack: Simple enough, really. Find some harmless piece of space junk, let the nearest Time Agent track it back to Earth, convince him it's valuable, name a price. And he's put fifty percent up front… oops, German bomb falls on it, destroys it forever. He never gets to see what he's paid for. Never knows he's been had. I buy him a drink with his own money and we discuss dumb luck. The perfect self-cleaning con.

The Doctor: There's a banana grove there now. I like bananas. Bananas are good.

Mr Lloyd: The police are on their way. I pay for the food on this table. The sweat on my brow, that food is. The sweat on my brow. Anything else you’d like? I’ve got a whole house here. Anything else you’d like to help yourself to?
Nancy: Yeah. I’d like some wire-cutters, please. Something that will cut through barbed wire. Oh, and a torch. Don’t look like that, Mr. Lloyd. I know you’ve got plenty of tools in here. I’ve been watching this house for ages. And I’d like another look round your kitchen cupboards. I was in a hurry the first time. I wanna see if there’s anything I missed.
Mr Lloyd: The food on this table…
Nancy: Is an awful lot of food, isn’t it, Mr. Lloyd? A lot more than on anyone else’s table. Half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with Mr. Haverstock, the butcher. But she’s not, is she? You are. Wire-cutters. Torch. Food. And I’d like to use your bathroom before I leave, please. Oh, look. There’s the sweat on your brow.

The Doctor: Funny little human brains. How do you get around in those things?
Rose: When he's stressed, he likes to insult species.

The Doctor: Go--now! Don't drop the banana!
Jack: Why not?
The Doctor: Good source of potassium!

Jack: Okay, this can function as a sonic blaster, a sonic cannon, and a triple and full sonic disruptor. Doc, what you got?
The Doctor: I've got a sonic, er, never mind.
Jack: What?
The Doctor: It's sonic, okay, let's leave it at that.
Jack: Disruptor? Cannon? What?
The Doctor: It's sonic, totally sonic, I am soniced up!
Jack: A sonic what?
The Doctor: Screwdriver!
Jack: Who has a sonic screwdriver?
The Doctor: I do!
Jack: Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks "that could be a little more sonic"?
The Doctor: What? You never been bored? Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?

The Doctor: Come on, we're not done yet. Assets, assets!
Jack: Well, I've got a banana and in a pinch you could put up some shelves.
The Doctor: Window?
Jack: Barred. Sheer drop outside, seven stories.
Rose: And no other exits.
Jack: Well, the assets conversation went in a flash, didn't it?

Rose: (about Jack) Okay, so he's vanished into thin air. Why is it always the great-looking ones that do that?
The Doctor: I'm making an effort not to be insulted.
Rose: Sorry. I meant... men.
The Doctor: Okay, that really helped.

The Doctor: You just assume I don't dance.
Rose: What? Are you telling me you do dance?
The Doctor: Nine hundred years old, me. I've been around a bit. I think you can assume at some point I've danced.
Rose: You?
The Doctor: Problems?
Rose: Doesn't the universe implode or something if you dance?
The Doctor: Well, I've got the moves but I wouldn't want to boast.

Rose: Come on. The world doesn't end because the Doctor dances.

The Doctor: (to Rose) I’ve traveled with a lot of people, but you’re setting new records for jeopardy-friendly.

Rose: You used to be a Time Agent and now you're trying to con them?
Jack: If it makes me sound any better, it's not for the money.
Rose: For what?
Jack: I woke up one morning when I was still working for them, found they'd stolen two years of my memories. I'd like them back.
Rose: They stole your memories?
Jack: Two years of my life. No idea what I did. Your friend over there doesn't trust me. And for all I know, he's right not to.

The Doctor: (referring to Jack) Relax, he's a 51st century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.

Nancy: Who are you? Who are any of you?
Rose: You’d never believe me if I told you.
Nancy: You just told me that was an ambulance from another world. There are people running round with gas-mask heads calling for their mummies and the sky’s full of Germans dropping bombs on me. Tell me, do you think there’s anything left I couldn’t believe?
Rose: We’re time travelers from the future.
Nancy: Mad, you are.
Rose: We have a time travel machine, seriously.
Nancy: It’s not that. Alright, you got a time travel machine. I’ll believe you. Believe anything, me. What future? (looks up at the Blitz, raging above them)
Rose: Nancy, this isn’t the end. I know how it looks. It’s not the end of the world or anything.
Nancy: How can you say that? Look at it!
Rose: Listen to me. I was born in this city. I’m from here in, like, fifty years time.
Nancy: From here?
Rose: I’m a Londoner. From your future.
Nancy: But you’re not…
Rose: What?
Nancy: German.
Rose: Nancy, the Germans don’t come here. They don’t win. Don’t tell anyone I told you so, but you know what? You win.

The Doctor: Getting it now, are we? When the ship crashes, the nanogenes escape. Billions upon billions of them, ready to fix all the cuts and bruises in the whole world. But what they find first is a dead child, probably killed earlier that night, and wearing a gas-mask.
Rose: And they brought him back to life? They can do that?
The Doctor: What’s life? Life’s easy. A quirk of matter. Nature’s way of keeping meat fresh. Nothing to a nanogene. One problem, though. These nanogenes, they’re not like the ones on your ship. This lot have never seen a human being before, don’t know what a human being’s supposed to look like. All they’ve got to go on is one little body, and there’s not a lot left. But they carry right on; they do what they’re programmed to do. They patch it up. Can’t tell what’s gas-mask and what’s skull but they do their best. Then off they fly, off they go, work to be done. But, you see, now they think they know what people should look like and it’s time to fix all the rest. And they won’t ever stop. They won’t ever, ever stop. The entire human race is going to be torn down and rebuilt in the form of one terrified child looking for its mother and nothing in the world can stop it!

He's just a little boy who wants his mummy.
The Doctor: I know. There isn’t a little boy born who wouldn’t tear the world apart to save his mummy. And this little boy can.

The Doctor: Everybody lives, Rose. Just this once! Everybody lives!

Mrs Harcourt: My leg's grown back! When I come to the hospital, I had one leg!
Dr Constantine: Well, there is a war on. Is it possible you miscounted?

The Doctor: History says there was an explosion here. Who am I to argue?
Rose: Usually you're the first in line.

Rose: Look at you. Smiling like you're Father Christmas.
The Doctor: Who says I'm not? Red bicycle when you were twelve.
Rose: What?!?
The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this.

Jack: We could stick (the bomb) in an escape pod.
Jack: There is no escape pod on board.
Jack: Okay, see the flaw in that. I'll get in the escape pod.
Computer: There is no escape pod on board.
Jack: Did you look everywhere?
Computer: Affirmative.
Jack: Under the sink?
Jack: Affirmative.

Jack: The last time I was sentenced to death, I ordered four hyper-vodkas for my breakfast. All a bit of a blur after that. I woke up in bed with both of my executioners. Lovely couple, they stayed in touch. Can't say that about most executioners.

The Doctor: (to Jack) Close the door, will you? Your ship's about to blow up; there's gonna be a draft.