How many regenerations did we grant you? Ive got all night... — Rassilon

"I will not die! Do you hear me?! A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs! I will not let this perish. I will not!"

"The vote is taken. Only two stand against, and will stand as monument to their shame, like the Weeping Angels of old. Now the vanguard stands prepared, as the children of Gallifrey return to the universe - to Earth!"

"My Lord Doctor. Lord Master. We are gathered for the end."

"And so it came to pass that the players took their final places, making ready the events that were to come. The madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes, little knowing of the glory he would achieve, while his saviour looked upon the wilderness, in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future - a future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night, the people of that world did sleep and shiver, somehow knowing that dawn would bring only one thing… The final day!"

"It is said that in the final days of planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather, in the celebration of a pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and everyone of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come, but they forgot … because they must. They forgot their nightmares of fire and war and insanity. They forgot, except for one..."

"Now the High Council of Time Lords must vote. Whether we die here, today, or return to the waking world and complete the Ultimate Sanction. For this is the hour when either Gallifrey falls, or… Gallifrey rises!"