King Louis: We are under attack! There are creatures. I don't even think they're human. We can't stop them.
Reinette: The clock is broken. He's coming.
King Louis: Did you hear what I said?
Reinette: Listen to me. There is a man coming to Versailles. He has watched over me my whole life, and he will not desert me tonight.
King Louis: What are you talking about? What man?
Reinette: The only man, save you, I have ever loved. No, don't look like that. There's no time. You have your duties. I am your mistress. Go to your queen. (talks to the fireplace) Are you there? Can you hear me? I need you now. You promised. The clock on the mantle is broken. It is time. Doctor! Doctor!
The Doctor: Must be a spatial temporal hyperlink.
Mickey Smith: What's that?
The Doctor: No idea. Just made it up. Didn't want to say 'magic door.'
Young Reinette: Monsieur, be careful!
The Doctor: Just a nightmare, Reinette, don't worry about it. Everyone has nightmares. Even monsters under the bed have nightmares, don't you, monster?
Young Reinette: What do monsters have nightmares about?
The Doctor: Me!
Reinette: It is customary, I think, to have an imaginary friend only during one's childhood. You are to be congratulated on your persistence.
The Doctor: Reinette. Well, goodness, how you've grown.
Reinette: And you do not appear to have aged a single day. That is tremendously impolite of you.
The Doctor: Right, yes, sorry. Um...um...um. Listen. Lovely to catch up, but, uh, better be off, eh? Don't want your mother finding you up here with a strange man, do we?
Reinette: Strange? How could you be a stranger to me? I've known you since I was seven years old.
The Doctor: Yeah, I suppose you have. Ha. I came the quick route.
Reinette: You seem to be flesh and blood at any rate, but this is absurd. Reason tells me you cannot be real.
The Doctor: Oh, you never wanna listen to reason.
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor and I just snogged Madame de Pompadour!
Mickey Smith: What's a horse doin' on a spaceship?
The Doctor: Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective.
The Doctor: Rose, take Mickey n' Arthur, get after it, follow it, don't approach it, just watch what it does.
The Doctor: Good name for a horse.
Rose: No, you're not keepin' the horse.
The Doctor: I let you keep Mickey. Now, go! Go! Go!
Reinette: Doctor. Doctor who? It's more than just a secret isn't it?
The Doctor: What did you see?
Reinette: That there comes a time, Time Lord, when every lonely little boy must learn how to dance.
The Doctor: Have you met the French? My God, they know how to party.
Rose: Oh, look at what the cat dragged in. The Oncoming Storm.
The Doctor: Ooh, you sound just like your mother.
Rose: What have you been doing? Where have you been?
The Doctor: Well, among other things, I think I just invented the banana daiquiri a couple of centuries early.
The Doctor: Always bring a banana to a party, Rose. Bananas are good!
The Doctor: Ohhoho, brilliant! It's you! You're my favourite, you are, you're the best! You know why? 'Cause you're so thick! You're Mr Thick Thick Thickity Thick Face from Thicktown, Thickania. And so's your dad.
Rose: He'll be there when you need him. That's the way it's gotta be.
Reinette: That's the way it's always been. The monsters and the Doctor. It seems you cannot have one without the other.
Rose: Tell me about it. The thing is, you weren't supposed to have either. Those creatures are messing with history. None of this was ever supposed to happen to you.
Reinette: Supposed to happen? What does that mean? It happened, child, and I would not have it any other way. One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.
Rose: You okay?
Reinette: No. I'm very afraid. But you and I both know, don't we, Rose, the Doctor is worth the monsters.
The Doctor: Madame de Pompadour. You look younger everyday.
King Louis: What the hell is going on?
Reinette: Oh. This is my lover. The King of France.
The Doctor: Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. And I'm here to fix the clock.
Reinette: My dear Doctor, the path has never seemed more slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head, and know all things are possible. Hurry, though, my love. My days grow shorter now and I am so very weak. Godspeed, my lonely angel.