- The Doctor: In the wrong hands that venom could wipe out all life on this planet.
- Mrs. Gillyflower: [showing her hands] Do you know what these are? The wrong hands!
- The Doctor: Okay, so... North London, 1893. Yorkshire, 1893. Near enough.
- Clara: You're making a habit of this, getting us lost.
- The Doctor: Sorry. It's much better than it used to be. Oooh. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport.
- Strax: If this weak and fleshy boy is to represent us, I strongly advise the issuing of scissor grenades, limbo vapor and triple blast brain-splitters.
- Madame Vastra: What for?
- Strax: Just generally. Remember, we are going to the North.
- The Doctor: Jenny!
- Jenny Flint: Doctor!
- The Doctor: Jenny! Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, just when you think your favourite lock picking, Victorian chamber maid will never turn up, Jenny!