JUDSON: Ah, the sound of dying. When it comes to death, quantity is so much more satisfying than quality.

MILLINGTON: The final

JUDSON: Don't interrupt me when I'm eulogising. Where is the Time Lord?

MILLINGTON: Time Lord?

JUDSON: The one you call Doctor.

MILLINGTON: I had him shot.

JUDSON: I can see you've never been handicapped by great intelligence. For seventeen centuries I was trapped in the shadow dimensions because of him. He pulled bones from the desert sands and carved them into chess pieces. He challenged me to solve his puzzle. I failed. Now I shall see him kneel before me before I let him die.