MONK: This is your plan? You want to rob an intergalactic master criminal?

MISSY: Well, excuse me. I am an intergalactic master criminal too, y'know. The clue's in the name.

MONK: Come off it.

MISSY: Who threatened the whole universe with destruction using the science of Logopolis? Who overwrote all human DNA with their own? Who hijacked a Concorde dressed up as a sort of, you know, dodgy looking magician?

MONK: Yes, why did you do that?

MISSY: Well, not every plan is a winner. But if we play this one right, we'll get a tank full of plutonium and I'll have got hitched to one of the universe's most terrifying gangsters. I mean think of the size of the divorce settlement!