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: Here. This is for you. Now, if you don't mind telling me, how do I get out of here? The Doctor
: It's from the Master. Sabalom Glitz
: I know. I've just given it to you.
: He's playing games. Wants to humiliate me first. Sabalom Glitz
: Oh, I see. He humiliates you by throwing harpoons at ME.
: Don't think about it, Dibber. You'll give yourself a hernia.
: Strange how low cunning succeeds where intelligent reasoning fails. Sabalom Glitz
: Don't knock low cunning, Doctor. You're still here, aren't you?
: It's no use, Doctor. Even if we did find the treasure, it'd take us longer than seventy-two hours, and Belazs said if I didn't return Kane's money within seventy-two hours they'd confiscate my spacecraft. The Doctor
: Well, why don't you explain the problem to him? Sabalom Glitz
: Oh, he'd slice his own mother up to make a point. If he was a mortician, the corpses'd keep their eyes open.
: Hello. Not interrupting anything, am I? Belazs
: What are YOU doing here! The Doctor
: That's a very difficult question. Why is everyone around here so preoccupied with metaphysics? Sabalom Glitz
: I think she's going to kill us, Doctor. The Doctor
: Ah, an existentialist.
: [looking on as tribesmen build a pyre for Sabalom Glitz
] What a terrible waste. Sabalom Glitz
: You're tellin' me? Dibber
: No, I meant the wood. Now, if I'd a hand in this execution I'd go with a bullet in the back o' the 'ead. Much more economical. Peri Brown
: He has a point. Sabalom Glitz
: Of all the snivilin' skreez t' be stuck with in my moment of need, I have to get you two.
: I always knew exercise was bad for you.
: You know, Dibber, I'm the product of a broken home. Dibber
: Um, you have mentioned it on occasion, Mr. Glitz. Sabalom Glitz
: Which sort of unbalanced me. Made me selfish to the point where I cannot stand competition. Dibber
: Know the feeling only too well, Mr. Glitz. Sabalom Glitz
: Whereas yours is a simple case of sociopathy, Dibber, my malaise is much more complex - "A deep-rooted maladjustment," my psychiatrist said, "brought on by a infantile inability to come to terms with the more pertinent, concrete aspects of life." Dibber
: Well, that sounds more like an insult than a diagnosis, Mr. Glitz. Sabalom Glitz
: You're right there, my lad. Mind you, I had just attempted to kill him. Oh, I do hate prison psychiatrists, don't you?
[Glitz explodes a grenade near the Tribe of the Free to get their rapt attention. He calls to one of them
] Sabalom Glitz
: Come here you ignorant, maggot ridden peasent!
] Sabalom Glitz
: Somehow I always feel foolish saying this
[Addressing the Free
] Sabalom Glitz
: Take me to your leader!
Melanie 'Mel' Bush
: The money? Sabalom Glitz
: Gone the way of all organic matter, I'm afraid: down the tubes.
: [thinking he's figured out the Doctor
] He's got no more interest in the scientific side of things than I have. Dibber
: Well, you didn't fool him telling him you were a philatelist, did you, Mr. Glitz? Sabalom Glitz
: PHILANTHROPIST, you ignorant dink. Didn't you learn nothin' in that remand home? Dibber
: Well, whatever the word, he guessed that YOU weren't one. Sabalom Glitz
: Don't I LOOK like a philanthropist? Dibber
: Well, how do I know? I've never seen one. Sabalom Glitz
: A philanthropist, my son, is someone who gives away all their grotzis out of the simple goodness of their heart. Dibber
: [without even a hint of pretense
] Ah, you mean they're stupid. Ah, yeah, you probably do look like one, then. Sabalom Glitz
: Get down that hole.
: [attempting to hypnotize Glitz with a swinging watch
] Are you listening, Sabalom Glitz? Sabalom Glitz
: Not really. I was just wondering how many grotzis this little bauble cost you.