- Abdul: Mrs Flood, did you see that? Mrs Flood, did you see? The box thing! It just vanished. It was there and then it wasn't. It just disappeared.
- Mrs. Flood: Oh, merry Christmas, Abdul. Stop making such a fuss.
- Mrs. Flood: [Speaking to the camera] Never seen a TARDIS before?
- The Doctor: You had another child named Ruby.
- Carla Sunday: I've never had children, mate.
- The Doctor: No. You adopted her.
- Carla Sunday: I foster. Now, don't be so stupid. I'm a foster mother. Just do it now and then, that's all. I've had about five or six kids.
- The Doctor: No, no, no, no. You had... They've gone.
- Carla Sunday: Who has?
- The Doctor: Your children. All those lives. You fostered 33.
- Carla Sunday: How many? Not me, darling. Don't be so stupid. That's too much like hard work. No way. I just put my name on the list when I need a bit of money.
- The Doctor: No, you don't.
- Carla Sunday: £800 per child.
- The Doctor: Don't say that.
- Carla Sunday: I think you got me mixed up with someone else. Cos there is no Ruby. There's just me stuck with my old mum up here in the attic. And I'm busy. I couldn't have a kid full-time. It'd be a nightmare. This little brat arrives, ruining my holiday. I was looking forward to it. Christmas Day. Mum's asleep by three and I'll be all on my own. Why would I want a daughter? I'm happy as I am.
- The Doctor: Then why are you crying?
- Carla Sunday: I don't know. Why are you?
- Mrs. Flood: You look like you've lost a pound and found a sixpence. What's wrong?
- The Doctor: Just wondering... Maybe I'm the bad luck.
- [the Doctor has just saved a woman with a pram from being crushed by an enormous snowman shop display. A policeman rushes over]
- Policeman: I'm sorry, report... I'm gonna have to report this.
- The Doctor: OK. Name: the Doctor. Occupation: not a doctor. Current status: just passing by. Employer: myself. Address: that blue box over there.
- [Points to TARDIS]
- The Doctor: Now, if you don't mind, I just got snowmanned, and I would like to go home.
- Policeman: Erm...
- [He trails after the Doctor, who is heading to the TARDIS]
- Policeman: Doctor what, would that be?
- The Doctor: Just the Doctor.
- [as he enters the police box his sonic pings]
- The Doctor: She's going to say yes.
- Policeman: Who is?
- The Doctor: Your girlfriend, when you ask her to marry you on Christmas Day.
- Policeman: How do you know that?
- The Doctor: Cos my sonic screwdriver just went ping.
- Policeman: That's a screwdriver?
- The Doctor: Which is sonic. And that precise ping is detecting a two-carat diamond in your pocket, which says engagement ring. And I'm guessing she's a she, cos 91% of men wouldn't choose a diamond. Plus Christmas Day; it's obvious.
- Policeman: But how do you know she'll say yes?
- The Doctor: Cos the sales start on Tuesday and you just couldn't wait. And that is why she loves you. Merry Christmas!