BRAXIATEL: Narvin. How do you do?

NARVIN: What’s this? You’re offering me something?

BRAXIATEL: Only my hand.

ANDRED: It’s a human custom. You say ‘How do you do?’ and clasp hands. A symbol of trust and friendship, apparently.

NARVIN: How uplifting. You’ll forgive me if I do not clasp hands with you, Andred.

BRAXIATEL: Seems like cheating? You wouldn’t make the same mistake, I take it?

NARVIN: I wouldn’t cheat, as you put it. Yes, if it was a valid political point, I would make it. I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy you, Braxiatel, but for the right reasons. In the proper way. Because you deserve it. Not because you don’t.

BRAXIATEL: A nice distinction.

LEELA: But I am not growing old.

ANDRED: No, you’re not. But I didn’t know that then. I didn’t realise that you are cursed just as we are.

LEELA: Cursed?

ANDRED: Living long enough to experience the consequences of our own actions down through the centuries. I wanted to change things, Leela. I wanted to make them better.

WYNTER: She says she has Matrix access codes from a high-ranking Time Lord. She hasn’t used them, I checked, but the codes are valid.

NARVIN: Who’s codes are they?

WYNTER: Cardinal Braxiatel’s.

NARVIN: Well, well, well. How very lax of Brax.

PANDORA: I shall use your hands to take Gallifrey apart stone by stone, and rebuild it in my image.

WYNTER: You won’t get my hands!

NARVIN: That's better. If we're all going to die, we might as well do it in piece.

BRAXIATEL: Something of an irony, I always think, when a time machine is late arriving.