Panacea

“Now this world is turned upside down and it is those once shining streets of that city that now smell of decay. If I could find any mercy in your end it would be this. That you never lived to see what has become of the Capitol you loved. To see the empire you gave your life to in ruins. Here, in the outlands, here is where this planet's future lies. Here with the sand beetles and dust worms, creatures the Time Lords could never believe have something to teach them, something of order and survival, of living with the planet, not feeding off it.”

MATTHAIS: An Esquara-class Galaxy Slimskimmer, Coordinator. The limited edition, with ultrachrome attachments.

NARVIN: And go-faster stripes, yes. My Lord President, I have to tell you-

MATTHAIS: That Narvin, that spacecraft there, that was the topmost trump in the pack. Means nothing to you, does it?

NARVIN: My Lord President, please.

MATTHAIS: Stamps. I'd say stamps were your sort of thing, if you were ever a boy at all.

LEELA: Perhaps I should clean our your ears with my blade.

K9: Be advised! Mistress Leela advocates unsafe medical procedure.

“So much for non-intervention. Would anyone else care to join this conga over Rassilon's grave?”

“Captain Henzil! Henzil! I am an ex-president, get me out of here!”

“My back looks like a pin cushion the number of times I've been stabbed in it.”

BRAX: Braxiatel. Irving Braxiatel. I was President of Gallifrey once.

ROMANA: Pah, only just. Who was it said, in the future everyone will be President of Gallifrey for all of 15 minutes?

LEELA: The time scoop has exploded!

BRAX: Ah, oh. Overloaded, actually. I told you it was second hand.

NARVIN: Wonderful. So what do we do now?

BRAX: Well, my lady?

LEELA: Romana?

K9: Mistress?

ROMANA: Right... what we're going to do is...

“Hard cheese coordinator.”