PERI: Come on, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Sorry, Peri. I don't think I can make it.

PERI: I haven't finished with you yet! I need you to save Erimem, now come on!

PERI: You miss her, Doctor, and so do I. But we've got each other.

DOCTOR: I miss them all, Peri. Everybody leaves.

PERI: Yeah? Well, when I do, Doctor, I can promise you this: it won’t be ‘cause I'm going to marry some alien king.

ERIMEM: Peri…you are my best friend, perhaps my only friend, and a friend is what I need right now.

PERI: Come here and give me a hug, you...stupid Great Pharaoh.

ERIMEM: Oh, Peri.

PERI: I think you'll make a great Queen. And with a husband like Pelleas, you're gonna have the best-looking kids this side of Betelgeuse.

ERIMEM: Will you stay for the wedding?

PERI: I think we'd better get going. Doctor?

DOCTOR: Perhaps it would be best. I never know what to wear at weddings. Goodbye, Erimem. I think you're doing the right thing.

ERIMEM: Thank you, Doctor, for everything.

PERI: Take care, Mrs Queen. And remember, we know where you live now. So you make sure you bring those kids up right. When we come back - and we will - I want to be treated with respect by my nephews and nieces.

ERIMEM: (laughs) I promise.