Ah, Romana!, Romana, the dog's got laryngitis. [He turns to look at her] Sorry, I thought you were Romana. Have you seen her? [He does a doubletake, puts the machinery down and steps closer, speaking softly] What are you doing here?
Regenerating? [He circles Romana II, examining her] What are you talking about, regenerating? Only Time Lords regenerate! Look, it's awfully nice to see you, Princess Astra...
[speaking French] Oui. [jumps down off of the rock he and Romana II are standing on, walks forward, and takes a look around, as if looking for something]
Nothing tangible. [walks back over towards Romana II] Just have a sensation, a pervading air of- [cuts off mid-sentence and looks at Romana II] can you feel it too?
Very precious. In a geological sense more precious than diamonds. But I need a bigger bit- [looks further in front of him than stops mid-sentence, drops the rocks he's holding, and runs forward] Ah-ha! [picks up a larger piece of rock] Ha-ha! Ha-ha; I was right!
The conditions existing on the planet Magla make it incapable of supporting any lifeform. Huh. Huh. Huh. He obviously doesn't realise the planet Magla's an eight thousand mile wide amoeba that has grown a crusty shell. I wonder what he does know? [Closes his book and looks up. There are three androgynous figures with dark skin, white spacesuits and white plaited hair pointing weapons at him] Good evening. You'll forgive me if I don't rise. It's, er...
