JO: Chickens!

DOCTOR: Greetings!

DOCTOR: All right, all right, all right, all right. We're friends.

JO: Try clucking.

DOCTOR: Jo, when you've travelled as much as I have, you'll learn never to judge by appearances. These creatures may look like chickens, but for all we know, they're the intelligent life form on this planet.

JO: They not only look like chickens, they are chickens. And what about this?

(The box underneath the chickens has a place name stenciled across it.)

DOCTOR: Singapore.

JO: The Acteon galaxy, you said, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Oh, Jo, do come on.

JO: We’re still on Earth, aren’t we?

DOCTOR: No, that’s impossible.

JO: Don’t you ever admit that you’re wrong?

DOCTOR: No, that’s impossible too.

DOCTOR: That's calmed her down a bit. She's very temperamental when she's roused, isn't she.

JO: You know, I never know whether you're joking or not, I, Ow. Oh, I think I've bruised my tailbone.

DOCTOR: Sorry about your coccyx, Jo, but these little things are sent to try us.

JO: My what?

DOCTOR: Coccyx. Your tailbone.

MASTER [on scanner]: I'm sorry about your coccyx too, Miss Grant. How very sociable of you both to drop in.

PELADON: Greetings, Princess. I'm sorry to hear that your journey ended so uncomfortably.

JO: The whole affair was most deplorable. The pilot was exceedingly inefficient.

CALDWELL: Are you some kind of scientist?

DOCTOR: I'm every kind of scientist.

MASTER: Doctor, why don't you come in with me? We're both Time Lords, we're both renegades. We could be masters of the galaxy! Think of it, Doctor, absolute power! Power for good. Why, you could reign benevolently, you could end wars, suffering, disease. We could save the universe.

DOCTOR: No, absolute power is evil.

MASTER: Consider carefully, Doctor. I'm offering you a half-share in the universe.

DOCTOR: No, I will not join you in your absurd dreams of a galactic conquest.

MASTER: Why? Why? Look at this. Look at all those planetary systems, Doctor. We could rule them all!

DOCTOR: What for? What is the point?

MASTER: The point is that one must rule or serve. That's a basic law of life. Why do you hesitate, Doctor? Surely it's not loyalty to the Time Lords, who exiled you on one insignificant planet?

DOCTOR: You'll never understand, will you? I want to see the universe, not rule it.

MASTER: Then I'm very sorry, Doctor.

(The Master aims his laser gun at the Doctor, and the Guardian's panel rises.)