DOCTOR: (shivers with delight) There's nowhere else like it. Well, nowhere in this galaxy, anyway. They're trying to build one out on the rim of the Crab Nebula, but the design concepts are all wrong. They're trying to build it for a purpose! (scoffs)

PERI: What's wrong with that?

DOCTOR: Well, everything. You can't build a place like this for a mere "purpose"! Oh, don't talk to me of fluid lines, provoked by the ergonomic imperatives—

PERI: All right, I won't.

DOCTOR: —or the strict adherence to the symbolic form, classical use of conceptual space. (scoffs)

PERI: I promise, I won't talk about anything like that.

DOCTOR: Designers' gobbledygook! Architects' flim-flam!

PERI: I quite agree. (beat) I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about!

DOCTOR: No, you'll never win that argument. Not here! This is perfection. This is genius! This is classic... frivolity!

DOCTOR: Where else can I go in the universe to have a bit of innocent fun, I ask you.

PERI: Well, there's always—

DOCTOR: Too dull.

PERI: —Atlantic City?

DOCTOR: Totally uninspired.

PERI: Disneyland?

DOCTOR: Oh, in a hundred years or so. Give it time to settle. Ah, this is the place for a holiday. I could never understand all those "sea and sand" places you were talking about. Taking a bath in sodium chloride, and then wallowing on a bed of mica crystals? Extraordinary way to behave. Add to that long-term exposure to ultraviolet and you go a long way towards explaining the basic irrationality of the human race.

PERI: You talk as though you wanted to come here.

DOCTOR: Well, I did! Well, once I was here.

DOCTOR: I detest caging even the wildest beast, Toymaker, but for you there is no other answer.