LEELA: She is quicksilver. I prefer steel.

TREY: Narvin. What are you doing?

NARVIN: I believe it’s called a rugby tackle.

LEELA: Romana and Leela! Travelling the universe in a TARDIS!

ROMANA: It does sound like fun. Have you ever been to Paris?

ROMANA: Goodbye, Gallifrey. I’d like to think you’d miss me but I don’t think you’ll even notice I’m gone. And who knows? One day. I may come back. Yes, one day.

NARVIN: Welcome to the first interstellar war of your Presidency. I should have baked a cake.

ROMANA: Oh Narvin. The transduction barriers are many things, but when you have a peek under the bonnet, they look like something knocked up by British Leyland on a wet Wednesday.

NARVIN: Thank you. Now I know how Leela feels. I haven’t a clue what British Leyland actually is, but I do know it took the disciples of Omega four generations to install the transduction barriers.

TREY: I’m worried, that’s all. Not that I have a problem with aliens, oh dear me no. My best friend is one after all.

TREY: Welcome to the new age of Gallifrey. The Renaissance. A brave new world of peace and stability. Of cooperation, not remoteness. Of harmony, not dictation.

TREY: All hands to the pumps. Man the battle stations.

LEELA: Oh! We have battle stations?!

TREY: They’re on the list.

NARVIN: But of course. Traffic controller. My eighteenth favorite job in the Capitol.

NARVIN: You have shattered-

NARVIN and TREY: The web of time.

TREY: Oh I’ve stamped on it until it’s in tiny little pieces. Narvin, you dear old stick in the mud. Please, don’t ever change.

TREY: But it’s just the sort of thing President Romana was famous for.

ROMANA: Well you would know.

TREY: Wouldn’t we just?

ROMANA: Hello me.

TREY: Hello you. What do you think?

ROMANA: I’ll get used to it.

TREY: The plan?

ROMANA: No, my new body.

TREY: Lovely teeth though.

ROMANA: At the risk of being thrillingly unoriginal, is there anybody out there? No? Oh all right then. Where is this place? It’s a ruin from what I can see of it. And as K9 would say, "advise caution, Mistress." Too right. That irrational feeling that you’re being watched? I am definitely being watched. Hello? Anyone? Oh that’s right, make an easy target of yourself, Romana. If you wave your hands around anymore you’ll be lunch.

TREY: In the dark days of Gallifrey, in the time known as the Pandora devastation, the ancient, noble civilization of the Time

Lords lay in ruins. A plague had eaten away the souls of its people. The once great and mighty towers of the Citadel had fallen. In search of a cure, their President, Lady Romana, travelled across the universes with her friends. The quest was long and came at great personal cost. Because the Lady Romana would do anything for Gallifrey. And then, on the darkest day of all, after many years of wandering, Lady Romana finally returned home.