“Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers nine on the Richter scale? Run!”

“I'm going to get killed by a Christmas tree!”

“Oh, Merry Christmas, Abdul. Stop making such a fuss. Never seen a TARDIS before?”

MASTER: That's right, you tell me. And Ace! Or should I say Dorothy? Didn't the Doctor ditch you? No? Little fallout with your Machiavellian maestro?

ACE: Last time I saw you, you were half cat.

MASTER: A man's allowed to experiment.