Gharman: Ready, Davros.
Davros: Observe the test closely, my friend. This will be a moment that will live in history.
[he flicks a switch. The Dalek is activated. Slowly, it starts to move]
Davros: Halt. Turn right. Halt. Now, exterminate.
[the Dalek fires at the targets]
Davros: Perfect. The weaponry is perfect. Now, we can begin...
Time Lord: Ah. Welcome Doctor.
The Doctor: What's going on? Don't you realise how dangerous it is to intercept a transmat beam?
Time Lord: Oh, come Doctor, not with our techniques. We Time Lords transcended such simple mechanical devices when the universe was less than half its present size.
The Doctor: Look, whatever I've done for you in the past, I've more than made up for. I will not tolerate this continual interference in my life.
Time Lord: Continual? We pride ourselves we seldom interfere in the affairs of others.
The Doctor: Except mine.
Time Lord: You, Doctor, are a special case. You enjoy the freedom we allow you. In return, occasionally, not continually, we ask you to do something for us.
The Doctor: I won't do it. Whatever it is, I refuse.
Time Lord: Daleks.
The Doctor: Daleks? Tell me more.
Time Lord: We foresee a time when they will have destroyed all other lifeforms and become the dominant creature in the universe.
The Doctor: That's possible. Tell on.
Time Lord: We'd like you to return to Skaro at a point in time before the Daleks evolved.
The Doctor: Do you mean avert their creation?
Time Lord: Or affect their genetic development so that they evolve into less aggressive creatures.
The Doctor: Hmm. That's feasible.
Time Lord: Alternatively, if you learn enough about their very beginnings, you might discover some inherent weakness.
The Doctor: All right, just one more time.
Time Lord: You'll do it?
The Doctor: Yes. If you'll let me have the space time coordinates, I'll set the Tardis for Skaro.
Time Lord: There's no need for that, Doctor.
The Doctor: Hmm?
Time Lord: You're here. This is Skaro.
Kaled Leader: Two prisoners, sir, captured section 101.
Ravon: For interrogation. Good. I enjoy interrogation.
The Doctor: Yes, you look the type.
[a guard hits the Doctor]
Ravon: You insolent muto!
Ravon: Take a good look. In a few weeks we're going to change the shape of that map forever. We'll wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro.
The Doctor: Yes, I've heard that before.