NARVIN: And as for my beloved Leela...

(Narvin chuckles)

NARVIN: Beloved. Don't let her hear that, Narvin.

They always found one another, didn't they? Romana, and Narvin, and Leela; always together in some combination. An enclave of familiarity against the vastness of time.

NARVIN: Never change, Leela. You are the one rock in this whole turbulent universe.

LEELA: Thank you, I think.

Chemistry was the one and only subject that the girl [Ace] actually wanted to understand, to study. Not for any stupid exam, but because of the fact that two substances could change into something else entirely when you put them together fascinated her. Everything in the whole universe, she discovered, was made up of tiny, tiny particles: atoms and molecules. Just little dots. When you broke everything down to its basic components, there was really not much there except space. That made her feel safe, somehow.

NEANDER: A friend of yours, Leela?

LEELA: Yes, this is Narvin, my... Narvin.

RASSILON: I am Lord President of Gallifrey and you are a traitor. You - your life is forfeit. You are mine. By our laws, remember, I am free to do with you as I see fit. And I have decided that you will fight for Gallifrey. Just as you promised your late mistress you would.

LEELA: I would fight for her. I will not fight for you; not your Gallifrey.

LEELA: And where does the mighty Lord Rassilon demand his audience?

VEKLIN: Where do you think? The War Room.

GOLD DALEK COMMANDER: The Daleks have come for your archive.

CHIEF ARCHIVIST: Do you wish to apply for a membership card?

GOLD DALEK COMMANDER: You will surrender the archive to me.

RANI: You know what I think? I think it's not over, because I don't think she's dead. I really don't. That's not just me being mad, cos I honestly think in my heart and soul that he came back for her. Right at the end, the Doctor came back for his Sarah Jane, and he said, shall we go? Out into the stars? One last trip? And she said, oh yes please. And I think they're out there now, Sarah Jane and the Doctor in the TARDIS, travelling through space and time forever, in a story that never ends.

LUKE: She's the one who told me that Sanjay was looking at me in that way, and she's the one who told me to go and talk to him. And now we've been married for five years. That's the greatest gift she ever gave me. I may have been created by the Bane, but Mum, she gave me life.

RAYO: You could always help me feed the chickens if you like

NARVIN: Feed… chickens…? Right! Yes, of course. Happy to. Um… what am I meant to do exactly?

RAYO: Here, take a handful of seed. That’s it. now just scatter it in front of the coops. They’ll come to you

NARVIN: Right. (clears throat) Here, chicky chicky chicky!

RAYO: What are you doing?

NARVIN: Feeding them?

RAYO: Yeah, but… that noise you just made? What was that?

NARVIN: I thought that… perhaps… the chickens would like it?

ROMANA: Kill every last person and Unity becomes just another dead rock. Like all the other dead rocks you've left in your wake.

DALEK: Negative. Unity is more than other worlds.

ROMANA: You mean it's your fuel source. And who's going to mine that fuel? There's a war on. You don't have Daleks to spare.

DALEK: We will spare enough lives to keep the mines in operation.

ROMANA: And who will shuttle the miners back and forth to the mines? Who will cook their meals? Who will look after their children? Who will sweep the streets, and wash the laundry, and fix the plumbing? Who will live?

DALEK: That is not our concern.

ROMANA: No, I thought not, somehow.

DALEK: Provide us with the location of your associates.

ROMANA: We've been here before though, and I will never betray those I love. Not ever. So what are you going to do about it?

DALEK: Exterminate.

VEEGA: Be careful, Leela.

LEELA: I shall.

VEEGA: You’ve been so good to us over the years.

LEELA: And you have been good to me. I will see you when we return.

VEEGA: Goodbye, Leela.

'So does that mean you're a Time Lord, too?' Adric asked her.

Romana said carefully, 'By training, perhaps. By temperament, no.'

Romana was thinking about Gallifrey, and this angered her.

Gallifrey was the home planet of the Time Lords, the home of Romana and once - although she sometimes found it difficult to believe - the home of the Doctor himself. That belief wasn't easy because the Doctor seemed to be the very soul of nonconformity, while the Time Lords as a race were...well, very worthy, but dull.

The reason for her anger? Gallifrey kept pushing its way back into her thoughts, claiming her attention while she tried to concentrate on the problem of the void. No matter what deductive method she tried to apply to her problem, everything failed for lack of information and then Gallifrey, the world that she'd been hoping never to see again, would rise in her thoughts, unbidden.

NARVIN: And this is a heating module from the forthcoming CalAir GrillMaster Deluxe, re-engineered as a handgun. So don't follow me or I'll be forced to cook you

NARVIN: Look at the state of this place! Just look. You! Cleaner! Get in here! Do you have any idea what this lab is? The importance of the work I do here? My research is vital to the success of this company! If you've ever used a Caltron Air Oven – and who hasn't? – you've got me to thank! I designed the timing chip on the last five models! So next time you heat up whatever turgid ready meal people like you live off, remember that. And while you're remembering that, make a mental note to be as good at your job as I am at mine. Look at the state of this place! It's filthy! How am I supposed to do good work in here?

NARVIN: Well, yes, I suppose that was quite good.

DOCTOR: Narvin, I do believe you're blushing.

NARVIN: I can assure I'm not.

NARVIN: I can't be the only person with a functioning brain in the building surely? Do these idiots not understand basic science?

DOCTOR: You know, I'm a little worried about the amount of anger you seem to feel.

NARVIN: You should be!

DOCTOR: Oh not for my sake, for yours, it can't be healthy.

NARVIN: Look at the whiteboard! Was that you who wrote that?

DOCTOR: Oh, that, yes, sorry... I noticed you'd made a couple of mistakes, sorry, I was trying to be helpful. You see, if x is defined as—

NARVIN: Helpful? I spent hours working through those equations.

DOCTOR: Probably why you got them wrong, I'm sure you were tired.

NARVIN: They weren't wrong! And what's that? Bottom left.

DOCTOR: Oh, that's just a risotto recipe that occurred to me while I was correcting your maths. I jotted it down so I

didn't forget it. Then I forgot it, sorry. Do you have a spare piece of paper? I could just copy it down.

Where her companion was bedraggled to a point that begged belief, she was somehow still elegant. Her clothes didn't even seem to be wet while his seemed to be more water than cloth at this point.

SHIP: Dead men do not require oxygen.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the spring. All the leaves, the colours.

DOCTOR: It's October.

ROMANA: I thought that you said we were coming here for May week.

DOCTOR: I did. May week's in June.

ROMANA: I'm confused.

DOCTOR: So was the TARDIS.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the autumn. All the leaves, the colours.