“Martha Jones: [lifting a Tank of water containing a hand out of Jack's bag and placing it on the tabetop] Oh, my, God!
[the Doctor, Jack, Chantho and Professor Yana gather round]
Martha Jones: You've got a hand? A hand in a jar? A hand, in a jar, in your bag!
The Doctor: Bu-tha-tha-that's *my* hand!
Captain Jack Harkness: I said I had a Doctor Detector.
Chantho: Chan, is this a tradition amongst your people, tho?
Martha Jones: Not on my street! What do you mean that's your hand? You've got both your hands! I can see them!
The Doctor: Long story. I lost my hand, Christmas Day, in a sword fight.
[Flashback: The Sycorax Leader chops the Doctor's hand off]
Martha Jones: [sarcastically] What? And you... grew another hand?
The Doctor: Um, yeah. I did, yeah.
[holds it up and waves it]
The Doctor: Hello.
The Professor: [to the Doctor] Might I ask, what species are you?
The Doctor: Time Lord. Last of. Heard of them? Legend or anything? Not even a myth? Blimey, the end of the Universe is a bit homely.
Chantho: Chan, it is said that I am the last of my species too, tho.
The Doctor: Sorry, what was your name?
The Professor: My assistant, and good friend Chantho. A survivor of the Malmooth, this was their planet Malcassairo, before we took refuge.
The Doctor: The city outside, that was yours?
Chantho: Chan, the conglomeration died, tho.
The Doctor: Conglomeration! That's what I said!
Captain Jack Harkness: You're supposed to say sorry.
The Doctor: Oh, yes.
[to Chantho]
The Doctor: Sorry.
Chantho: Chan, most grateful, tho.”