LEELA: Romana, I am your friend, and as such, I must speak freely.

ROMANA: You always do.

LEELA: No. No, I do not, but you often believe I do. Rarely do I speak what is on my mind, for I do not always understand what it is that you and Narvin and Braxiatel are saying.

ROMANA: Well, I've always admired your turn of phrase, your direct approach. Your bluntness. I'm not sure how much more honest you could be.

LEELA: You are a fool.

ROMANA: Ah, well, okay. I wasn't expecting that.

LEELA: He was your friend, as I am, as K9 is, as Narvin is.

ROMANA: Good grief, if we've got to the stage where you think Narvin and I are friends, we really must be in an alternative reality.

LEELA: I will not sit and let you sulk any longer.

ROMANA: Did you just say your presdient was sulking?

LEELA: You are not my president, Romana. I doubt you are anyone's president any longer.

NARVIN: Madame President.

ROMANA: Narvin, I am, as has been pointed out by our friend here, no longer entitled to be called your President. Just Romana will suffice.

NARVIN: You are still my President, my lady.

ROMANA: Ah, that's more like it. Narvin and Leela at each other's throats, just like the good old days. Well come on then. If I'm going to keep you two in check, I'll need to talk to K9 about exactly what it is we're letting ourselves in for.

NARVIN: That was your plan to get her out and about again? Insulting me?

LEELA: It worked, did it not? Besides, insulting you is one of the few remaining pleasures I enjoy. You would not deny me that, would you?

LEELA: Did that scream not relight the fires in your hearts?

NARVIN: No, it terrified me. and before you get smart about it, yes I am a coward, and no I am not a warrior, alright? Have we successful established that?

LEELA: Fear not, brave Time Lord. Sightless Leela shall protect you from the shadows.

CASSANDRA: As the destroyer of worlds... Lord Prydon sits inside your head, Lord Prydon lives among the dead...

LEELA: War should not be simple. War should be tactical and brave, fought with guile and cunning. Otherwise it is just a game for cowards and politicians, for those who pretend to know courage, but do not.

BORUSA: What a fascinating creature you are.

LEELA: I am not a creature, or a pet. I am Leela, Warrior of the Sevateem.

BORUSA: How is this possible?

LEELA: For my pulse to be different to yours? For my breathing to go faster? I am not of this world, Borusa. But my heart, my single human heart, it is willing to fight for the place that is now my home.

LEELA: The hound has fallen. Farewell, brave creature. May you hunt eternal in the wastelands of whatever afterlife you believed in. Farewell, Braxiatel. Again.

LEELA: Narvin, truthfully. What difference would it make if I was no longer here?

NARVIN: Truly? Without you Leela, what do I have left? If Romana's dead-

LEELA: She cannot be dead.

NARVIN: No, but if she is, well. I can't survive like this. I need you to... to...

LEELA: Protect you?

NARVIN: Oh, stop enjoying this. I feel bad enough admitting it. We've already lost Brax, now Romana... you and I are all that's left of Gallifrey.

NARVIN: For the last time, Leela, slow down. I should have put you on a leash.

LEELA: I heard that.

LEELA: You have never really liked me, have you Narvin?

NARVIN: Not much. I think you'd agree we were thrown together. But Romana likes you. I suppose that's all I need these days. But I... um... I certainly respect you, Leela.

LEELA: Good. That is better than being liked. Thank you, Narvin.

LEELA: He will not leave us Romana. We are a team.

NARVIN: Sometimes, Leela, I really do hate you.

LEELA: I know. It is good to actually see you smile, Narvin.