Disassembled

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: Look at you! All savagery and instict, just as I was, once.

LEELA: You?

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: But that was a long time ago. A little temporal tinkering, a few changes to my early life, like having to grow up without a father, and now look at me. Oh, I'm so sorry. Of course, you can't look at me, can you? I wonder how you lost your eyes...?

ANDRED: If you don't need me...

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: Squeamish as ever, Andred.

LEELA: Andred? Is that Andred?

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: I will see you later for some... private interrogation.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: President Romana wants answers, and I am the person who gets them for her.

LEELA: You have taken the dark path through the forest.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: It is a path I have found very rewarding. I have enjoyed taking it, just as I enjoy a challenge.

LEELA: You will not make me talk. I shall say nothing.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: You cannot keep secrets from me. You are no challenge at all, Leela. I know better than anyone how to make you talk.

“Welcome to my world. The world of darkness and confusion where you are trapped with only yourself for company. You taunted me for living in a world of blackness and night; now that is your world too. You have strayed from the path in the jungle, where the monsters of imagination tread and there is no escape.”

NARVIN: What are you doing? We don't have time for games.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: You should be dead.

NARVIN: Thank you, it has mentioned. Now where are you?

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: Here. Or here, perhaps?

NARVIN: Leela, stop being stupid - diffcult, I know, for you, but listen to me. If we wander around down here long enough, our presence will probably bring the whole roof falling down around our heads.

INTERROGATOR GENERAL: I shall bring you down you traitorous wretch.

LEELA: Why would I kill you?

NARVIN: You tell me.

LEELA: You are annoying and conceited, and look down on me as a savage when I am not, but those are not reasons to kill you.

“Oh yes, I saved your life, Narvin. And what a trauma that's turned out to be!”

NARVIN: The selfish, old-

ROMANA: If he does survive, the universe will change to accomodate him. Timelines will flex and move. He'll just pick up where he left off. You know what he's like. What he was like.

LEELA: I shall miss him.

NARVIN: Me, too.

ROMANA: Really, Narvin?

NARVIN: I learned a lot from Braxiatel.

ROMANA: You're right. The selfish, old-

LEELA: Perhaps he will survive.

BRAX: I'm sorry, but, have we met?

BENNY: Yes. But perhaps not yet.

BRAX: Ah. Then this is probably going to be one of those awkward converations where we don't know what to say or, what tense not to say it in. Are we going to be friends? I'm sorry, but it's best to be sure of these things.

BENNY: Absolutely. I mean yes. We are going to be friends. You came to my wedding.

BRAX: Will I? Well, how nice. Um, Irving Braxiatel, by the way - oh, but then, of course, you know that.

BENNY: Delighted to meet you. Again. I'm Professor Bernice Summerfield. But as you're definitely going to be my friend, you can call me Benny.