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: [to The Master
] You're unbalanced. No wonder the Doctor always outwits you.
[the Master has The Doctor captive and is bragging yet again
] The Rani
: Oh, do stop squabbling and get on with it!
: [watching The Master on her monitor
] What's he up to now? It'd be something devious and overcomplicated. He'd get dizzy if he tried to walk in a straight line.
: [after the Master evaporates one of her servants
] You and the Doctor are a well-matched pair of pests. You bring nothing but trouble. Now I need a new assistant.
: [On seeing Peri for the first time
] Who's this brat?
: [shackled to a table
] Well, well, well...
] The Doctor
: ... The Rani. The Rani
: You were expecting to see The Master? The Doctor
: To see? Not exactly. He was burned to a crisp the last time I saw him. The Rani
: Your smugness is misplaced. He's here. He's very much alive, and he wants vengeance. Curse the pair of you! The Doctor
: Well, since we're insulting each other, I can't say I care much for your taste in clothes. Doesn't do a thing for you. The Rani
: Hmm, your regeneration's not too attractive, either.
: [as Mel
] Oh, forget the Rani. She's finished. Destroyed. The Doctor
: Is she? Oh, don't underestimate her. She's a brilliant but sterile mind. There's not one spark of decency in her.
: [as Mel
] I must have forgotten. The Doctor
: You, Mel, forget? Ha ha ha ha. A kangaroo never forgets.
: Quite adept at maneuvering, aren't you, Doctor? The Doctor
: Well, there's a will there's a Tom, Dick and Harriet.
: Leave the girl, it's the man I want.
: Am I expected to abandon my research because of the side effects on inferior species? Are you prepared to abandon walking in case you squash an insect underfoot?
: [as Mel
] Doctor, are you sure you're well? The Doctor
: Of course. Fit as a trombone.
: Selective retribution will bring any dissidents to kneel.
: I have the Loyhargil! Nothing can stop me now!
: Experiments are always subject to the unexpected. They can be capricious. The Master
: Capricious? Turning mice into monsters? The Rani
: A marginal error, quickly corrected. The Master
: The Time Lords didn't think so. The Rani
: Petty spite on the part of the Lord President, just because they ate his cat. The Master
: Hm. Took a chuck out of him, too, I remember.
: Wait... I refuse to run away and let that crack-brained freak win again. The Rani
: Then stay, but without me.
: You can't escape, Doctor. Say "goodbye", Doctors. You're all going on a long journey. A very long journey.
: Fated to wander a dismal corner of the universe for twenty years; helpless, paralysed. It'll drive them insane.
: Prepare the Doctor's cabinet for occupation. Melanie Bush
: But that'll be a waste of effort. You've got to find him first and then catch him. The Rani
: I need neither find nor catch him. The bumbling fool's ready-made as a sacrificial lamb.