Character: Wilfred Mott

- That we are alive after you led an hour? Wilf suggested.

- Help, as I promised.

- Well, she would kill him - Donna nodded at the Doctor. “I would have gotten off by ripping off the skin alive. Probably.

- Well, she would kill him - Donna nodded at the Doctor. “I would have gotten off with skin stripping alive. Probably.

“Beautiful chaos,” the Doctor said quietly.

- You just seem to be drifting, sweetheart.
- I do not soar. I'm waiting for.

- You know, I don't understand half of what you say.
- I also.

- The only planet in the solar system named after a woman.
- Lucky her.

- You don't want to listen to the stories of the old man.
I'm older than you.
- You go!
- I 906.
Is that true?
Yes.
- 900 years. We are ants compared to you.
I think that you giants.

Sometimes I see it in your face how sad she is. But she can't remember why.

I'm going to die.
I, too, someday.
- Don't.
- OK, I'll try not to die.

Now take him, Doctor. Take the gun. Take the gun and run for your life. And... please don't die. You're the most wonderful person in the world, and I don't want you dead!