KARLA: Deputy Coordinator.

NARVIN: I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being called that.

ROMANA: And if Livia knew about this…

NARVIN: Romana, as your deputy and your friend I’d advise against starting another feud with the Lady President. Especially if you want her on your side.

NARVIN: Well, that’s a conversation I shall look forward to.

ROMANA: She’ll understand.

NARVIN: You say that. The last time I asked [Leela] to go on a dangerous errand, she pinned me against the wall with my own chair.

LEELA: I do not like this plan.

TRAVE: Why not? If anything happens, you’ll get out of there alive.

LEELA: That is not the Sevateem way.

TRAVE: We are a Time Lord delegation, so we do things the Time Lord way, yes?

TRAVE: Whenever the Doctor’s companions have settled here for any length of time, you’ve made it very difficult for them to attain citizenship.

VALERIAN: Well, honestly, that one treats this place like a crèche.

LEELA: I must admit, when I awoke this morning this was not how I thought the day would end: with a journey into the Death Zone.

NARVIN: If I’d known we were going rock climbing, I’d have worn a more sensible pair of shoes.

ROMANA: Narvin, don’t start.