JAEGER: Earth is fighting for its survival. The side-effects are of no importance!

DOCTOR: Genocide is a side-effect? You ought to write a paper on that, Professor.

(Stubbs gets shot.)

COTTON: Stubbsy!

STUBBS: Did you get through?

COTTON: Yes.

STUBBS: Good lad, Cotton. Good

COTTON: Come on, Stubbsy. Stubbsy, man?

(Stubbs passes away from his gunshot wound in Cotton’s arms.)

DOCTOR: It's all right, Investigator. He's quite mad.

MARSHAL: Oh no, Doctor. I told you. Madmen lose. I've won. Solos is mine.

STUBBS: The radiation cave? But I've only one suit. If you spend any time in there without one, Doctor, you will die. Any man would.

DOCTOR: Any man, perhaps.

JO: Well, for your information, it’s well past lunch time, and I’m

DOCTOR: Eh?

(What looks like a very large chocolate Easter egg materialises on the workbench.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

JO: (eager) Lunch?

DOCTOR: No.

JO: (even more eager) Bomb?

DOCTOR: No, nothing so exciting.