A Blind Eye

NARVIN: This piece of equipment is essential to my mission.

ROMANA: Aha, and what might that be?

NARVIN: I might very well ask the same of you. This time zone is subject to the most stringent embargoes!

ROMANA: None of which apply to the President. I am free to go wherever and whenever I choose, without submitting a mountain of paperwork first, and I do find the Alpine air so refreshing.

NARVIN: Madam, the Alps are in the other direction.

ROMANA: Are they? Damn.

LEELA: A man does not become hated for nothing.

SISSY: He says things sometimes, about the races. Things everyone believes, but no one wants to hear. About how some of us are born high and noble, and others are born with less… desirable traits. I mean, what’s wrong with keeping people apart if they won’t ever get on?

LEELA: Where I come from, the people were kept apart for longer than anyone could remember. Now, the Sevateem were as clever as the Tesh, and the Tesh were as savage as the Sevateem. But because they had been apart for so long, they could not see they were just the same. This system sprang from madness, too.

SISSY: Well, you would say that. You’re a Slav. I don’t blame you for wanting to live alongside us, but, well, you can’t, because you’ll drag us down, and we have to preserve the most beautiful things. Oh, I mean no offence, of course.

LEELA: You think you are better than me? You pick the lock.

SISSY: I can’t. I don’t know how.

LEELA: Then who is dragging who down? I mean no offence, of course.

TORVALD: You’re mad!

ROMANA: Boiling mad! Time is not a game, Torvald! You, Narvin, Arkadian - silly boys, the lot of you! Treating the timeline like a train set in the attic! Chuck this carriage here, this carriage there, move point, change the signal box, replace the controller. I’m not having it, Torvald! Not anymore! So tell me the truth!

“I see you. I see my enemy in my enemy's clothes, and my heart runs cold, because I see, too, that the man I loved… is dead.”