“The sight, just the sight, of Xena, Warrior Princess arguing on my behalf amuses me. Let me answer your question about what I’d do if you let me go. You let me go, and I’ll dedicate my life to killing everything that you love. Your friends, your family, your reputation - even your horse. I’m being so honest with you, because the idea of your pity is worse than death for me. You see, you created a monster with integrity, Xena. Scary isn’t it?“
“Okay. So if you’re seeing this I guess it means I’m well, dead. I hope is was impressive, not crossing the road or an incident with the toaster. I just wanted to say, it’s okay. It really is. Jack, you saved me. You showed me all the wonders of the universe and all those possibilities and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Thank you. And Owen, you never knew, I love you, all of you. And I hope I did good.
Sherlock Holmes: You seem even more dour than usual, Watson. I would posit it was a menstruation issue but I worked out your cycle. You’re good for ten more days. Dr. Joan Watson: Couching it as a scientific observation totally negates the misogyny.
“I learned something from Nandi, not just from what happened, but from her. The family she made, the strength of her love for them, it’s what kept them together. When you live with that kind of strength, you get tied to it. You can’t break away, and you never want to. There’s something - there’s something I should’ve done a long while ago. And I’m sorry, for both of us, that it took me this long. I’m leaving.
“What and that mean’s arresting ordinary factory workers? In the streets? In broad daylight? It’s more like Guantanamo Bay out there. Donna, by the way. Donna Noble; since you didn’t ask. I’ll have a salute.