Don’t you lecture me, Blue Box Man, flying through time and space on whimsy. All I’ve got, all I’ve had for thirty-six years is cold hard reality. So, no, I don’t have a sonic screwdriver because I’m not off on a romp. I call it what it is, a probe. And I call my life what it is..hell.
Cyberman: Our species are similar but your design is inelegant
Dalek: Daleks have no concept of elegance
Cyberman: This is obvious.
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Dalek: You propose an alliance?
Cyberman: Yes.
Dalek: Request DENIED.
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Cyberman: Daleks beware, you have proposed war on the Cybermen.
Dalek: This is not war, this is pest control.
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Cyberman: We are five million Cybermen. How many are you?
Dalek: Four.
Cyberman: You will destroy the Cybermen with only four dalek?
Dalek: We could destroy the Cybermen with only one Dalek. You are superior in one respect.
Cyberman: What is that?
Dalek: You are better at dying.
