ROMANA: Well I’m sure it can’t be as bad as everything we’ve averted. It’s not as if you just started up another temporal war after I’ve so cleverly averted one. Oh, cheer up, Narvin. We’re all here. We’re all safe. And the Daleks are not going to be a problem anymore.

ROMANA: Isn’t Narvin with you?

LEELA: Um... he had things to do.

ROMANA: Well I’ve got plenty more for him to be getting on with. Don’t tell him I said so but I don’t think Gallifrey could go on without him.

NARVIN: I don’t think Gallifrey can go on without Romana. I don’t think I can go on without Romana.

NARVIN: Think about it. Think about Romana’s orders.

LEELA: When have I ever taken orders, Narvin?

NARVIN: Just the once would be nice.

ROMANA: Narvin, I have a job for you. Guard Leela with your life. No stupid attacks on the Daleks, no heroics. I need you both safe and well.

LEELA: I will not leave you!

ROMANA: You must! One last time, Leela, do as you are told. Listen to Narvin in all things.

NARVIN: Madam President, my place is at your side.

ROMANA: You are a Coordinator in the CIA here, not my High Chancellor anymore - a job, I’ll remind you, you hated. Go back to doing what you do best: self preservation.

LEELA: Trey said to tell you that when the time is right, you would know when it is time for you to meet again.

ROMANA: Well that’s not remotely helpful and just a little bit ominous too, but thank you anyway.

NARVIN: Why did you come back for me, Leela?

LEELA: After all this time, it is good to have someone else I can trust.

LEELA: I cannot move. Legs… trapped.

NARVIN: It’s no good.

LEELA: Leave me, Narvin. Get to the Matrix door before the world is destroyed. Save yourself.

NARVIN: Oh shut up, will you! Look if I can just lift up that strut which will free up the end of the beam I can... Just don’t move, don’t move. I’ll be right back.

LEELA: Thank you. For not running.

NARVIN: After all this time, you still don’t trust me?

SLYNE: I appreciate it is unorthodox, my Lady, but then this is an unorthodox scenario.

ROMANA: Well Narvin will have a fit! Which makes it worth it.

SLYNE: With all due respect…

ROMANA: That’s what people say when they’re about to disagree emphatically.

TREY: Don’t speak to me like that, Narvin. I am your Madam President!

NARVIN: I’m not sure that you are, actually.

LEELA: Enough! In this empty world we are all equal. And we all need each other.

ROMANA: Please can we leave the posturing for later? Commander, I formally accept the loyalty of you and your Chancellery

Guard according to the Wisdom of Rassilon and in accordance with the rule of blah blah blah blah blah. Let’s just take this whole little ceremony as read, shall we?

LEELA: This is why you Time Lords should exercise daily. Even the animals know that the hunt is as much about training your body as it is about feeding your tribe.

TREY: This is not a hunt, Leela.

LEELA: Everything is a hunt.

NARVIN: There’s nobody here to hunt. No one but us.

LEELA: You are wrong, Narvin. Your sense are dull as always. But mine have been reborn, reawakene

SLYNE: I nominate former President Romanadvoratrelundar as the new leader of the Time Lords of Gallifrey! All hail Romana! The once and future President!

NARVIN: Is this how the world ends do you suppose? Not with a bang but a whimper?

TREY: Calm before the storm do you think?

LEELA: There is also calm after a storm.

NARVIN: Oh thank you for that startlingly useful observation