The Doctor:That's him... he's Prime Minister. The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain.
The Doctor:The Master and his wife!
The Master This country has been sick! This country needs healing. This country needs medicine. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that was this country really needs, right now...is a doctor.
Mr Saxon: A glorious day! Downing Street rebuilt. The cabinet in session. Let the work of government begin.
Mr Saxon: Oh go on, crack a smile. It's funny, isn't it? Albert? Funny? No? A little bit?
Albert Dumfries, MP: Very funny, sir. But if we could get down to business, there is the matter of policy, of which we have very little.
Mr Saxon: No no no no no. Before we start all that, I just wanted to say: thank you. Thank you, one and all, you ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors.
Albert: Yes, quite. Very funny, but I think—
Mr Saxon: No. No. That wasn't funny. You see, I'm not making myself very clear. Funny is like this. [exaggerates a grin.] Not funny is like this. And right now, I'm not like [grins again.], I'm like, because you are traitors. Yes, you are! As soon as you saw the votes swinging my way, you abandoned your parties and jumped on the Saxon bandwagon. So, this is your reward.
Albert: Excuse me, Prime Minister, but do you mind my asking, what is that?
Mr Saxon: It's a gas mask.
Albert: I beg your pardon?
Mr Saxon: It's a gas mask.
Albert: Yes, but why are you wearing it?
Mr Saxon:Well, because of the gas.
Albert: I'm sorry?
Mr Saxon:Because of the gas.
Albert: What gas?!?
Mr Saxon: This gas.
Albert: You're insane!!
The Doctor: So... Prime Minister, then.
The Master:I know! It's good, isn't it?
The Doctor: Who are those creatures? 'Cause there's no such thing as the Toclafane. That's just a made up name, like the Bogeyman.
The Master: Do you remember all those fairy tales about the Toclafane when we were kids? Back home... Where is it, Doctor?
The Doctor: Gone.
The Master: ...How can Gallifrey be gone?
The Doctor: It burnt.
The Master: And the Time Lords?
The Doctor: Dead. And the Daleks, more or less. What happened to you?
The Master: The Time Lords only resurrected me because they knew I'd be the perfect warrior for a Time War. I was there when the Dalek Emperor took control of the Cruciform. I saw it. I ran. I ran so far. Made myself human so they would never find me, because I was so scared.
The Doctor: I know.
The Master: All of them!? But not you, which must mean...
The Doctor:I was the only one who could end it. And I did, I tried, I tried everything...
The Master:What did it feel like, though? Two almighty civilisations, burning!? Oh, tell me, how did that feel!?
The Doctor: Stop it!
The Master: You must have been like a god!
The Doctor: I've been alone ever since. But not anymore; don't you see all we've got left is each other?
The Master: Are you asking me out on a date?
The Doctor: You could stop this right now,we can leave this planet, we can fight across the constellations if that's what you want, but not on Earth!
The Master: Too late.
The Doctor:Why do you say that?
The Master: The drumming! Can't you hear it? I thought it would stop, but it never does; never ever stops, inside my head. The drumming, Doctor, the constant drumming.
Captain Jack: So Doctor, tell us; who is he? How did the ancient race of Time Lords create a psychopath?
Martha: Yeah, and what is he to you? Like a colleague or...?
The Doctor: He was a friend, at first...
Martha: For a moment there, I thought you were gonna say he was your long-lost brother.
The Doctor: You've been watching too much TV!
Captain Jack: But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect.
The Doctor:Well, perfect to look at, maybe. And it was, it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch. Children of Gallifrey were taken from their families at the age of eight, to enter the Academy. Some say that's where it all began, when he was a child. That's when the Master saw eternity. As a novice, he was taken for initiation. He stood in front of the Untempered Schism. It's a gap in the fabric of reality through which could be seen the whole of the vortex. We stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of Time and Space, just a child. Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad. Oh, I dunno.
Martha: What about you?
The Doctor: Oh, the ones that ran away! I never stopped.
Captain Jack:Since we're telling stories, there's something I haven't told you!
The Doctor:You work for Torchwood!?
Captain Jack: I swear to you, it's different. It's changed! There's only half a dozen of us left now!
The Doctor: Everything that Torchwood did, and you're part of it!?
Captain Jack: The old regime was destroyed at Canary Wharf! I rebuilt it, I changed it, and when I did that, I did it for you, in your honour!
The Doctor:Oh! I know what it's like. It's like when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist. That's what it's like. Come on!
Captain Jack: You too, huh?
Martha: I'm going to kill him!
Captain Jack:What do you say I use this perception filter to walk up behind him and break his neck!?
The Doctor: Now that sounds like Torchwood!
Captain Jack: Still a good plan!
The Doctor:He's a Time Lord, which makes him my responsibility. I'm not here to kill him...I'm here to save him.
The Master: Shall we decimate them? That sounds good, nice word, decimate. Remove one tenth of the population!
The Master: And so it came to pass that the human race fell, and the Earth was no more. And I looked down upon my new dominion. As Master of all. And I thought it... good.
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