DAVROS: I can predict the stock market!

LORRAINE: You really think Davros is alive?

DOCTOR: Oh yes, he survived. People like him - and me - don’t know any different.

DAVROS: Baynes was clear! We are to work together!

DOCTOR: We are working together! I’m pleasantly surprised just how well you’re fitting in as my assistant. Now, I’m going to be a bit busy, do you mind making me some tea?

DAVROS: (groans)

DOCTOR: Oh, come on Davros; making tea shouldn’t be beyond you! After all, you can’t say “team” without saying “T”!

BAYNES: Ah, Doctor—

PERSONAL ORGANISER: This is Arnold Baynes, the C.E.O. of…” (it continues in background)

DOCTOR: Oh, excuse me a moment, Mr. Baynes. Would you pass me that screwdriver?

ORGANISER: …This room is workshop ninety-five…

BAYNES: Sure. Why do you need it?

DOCTOR: I’m going to stick it in my ear. (he does so; the

organiser’s voice glitches and shuts off) Sorry about that, Mr. Baynes. Now, when Davros gets here I think I—

BAYNES: There’s no “I” in team, Doctor.

DOCTOR: I know how to spell.

PERSONAL ORGANISER: What would you like to have dispersed for breakfast?

DOCTOR: Orange juice and some toast…thanks. Oh, some marmalade on that please. And a pot of tea.

ORGANISER: Your work shift starts at nine point five. Trans Allied Inc. is forbidden by law to insist you start before then, which reminds you that we’re a happy corporation full of happy

employees. And it’s perfectly normal if you want to get to work a little early.

DOCTOR: Bit late for that now. (chuckles) Tut-tut, naughty Doctor!