HHalpen
The Ood were nothing without us -- just animals roaming around on the ice.
That's because you can't hear them.
HHalpen
They welcomed it! It's not as if they put up a fight!
DNDonna Noble
You idiot. They're born with their brains in their hands! Don't you see? That makes them peaceful! They've got to be, because a creature like that would have to trust anyone it meets!
HHalpen
[holding the Doctor and Donna at gunpoint] Can't say I've ever shot anyone before. Can't say I'm going to like it. But, err, it's not exactly a normal day, is it? Still!
Would you like a drink, sir?
HHalpen
[chuckles] I think hair loss is the least of my problems right now, thanks.
[moves in front of the Doctor and Donna] Please have a drink, sir.
HHalpen
[now struggling to speak] If... if you're going to stand in their way, I'll... shoot you too...
Please have a drink, sir.
HHalpen
[now scared] Have you... poisoned me?!
Natural Ood must never kill, sir.
Ood graft suspended in a biological compound, sir.
HHalpen
What the hell does that mean?!
Funny thing, the subconscious. Takes all sorts of shapes. Came out in the redeye as revenge, came out in the rabid Ood as anger, and then there was patience. All that intelligence and mercy focused on Ood Sigma... How's that hair loss, Mr. Halpen?
[Halpen pulls a clump of his hair out, horrified]
HHalpen
What have you done?!
Oh, they've been preparing you for a very long time. And now you're standing next to the Ood Brain - Mr. Halpen, can you hear it? Listen!
HHalpen
[shaking] What have you...? I'm not...
[He drops his gun, reaches for his head and peels away the skin as tentacles erupt from his mouth - he has become an Ood before their eyes]
DNDonna Noble
[utterly shocked] They... they turned him into an Ood?!
DNDonna Noble
He's an Ood!
[Halpen gasps and sneezes his new hind brain out into his hands]
He has become Oodkind, and we will take care of him.
DNDonna Noble
It's weird - being with you, I can't tell what's right and what's wrong anymore!
It's better that way. People who know for certain tend to be like Mr. Halpen.
[While the TARDIS is spinning out of control.]
I don't know where we're going, but my old hand's very excited about it!
DNDonna Noble
I thought that was some bloody alien thing! You're telling me it's yours?!
It got cut off. He grew a new one!
DNDonna Noble
You are completely impossible!
Not impossible. Just a bit unlikely.