Spider-Dalek: Pepperoni Pizza, Extra Cheese, and prepaid tickets. I think we're ready to go see Spider-Man Homecoming. IronDalek: What's to drink? Spider-Dalek: I've packed a teapot and a pouch of Yorkshire Tea. I figure the counter staff can provide the hot water. IronDalek: I doubt it. Cinema workers frown on you bringing in your own food. Spider-Dalek: That may be true, but I find people are much more cooperative when you threaten them with extermination. IronDalek: Good thinking. I knew I gave you that more powerful suit for a reason.
Denim: So who's Spider-Man's new little friend, sir? Pocket: That's the Vulture. And he's not Spider-Man's friend. Denim: Why not? He's as cute as Spider-Man. Pocket: Cuteness is no gauge of one's essential goodness, Cadet. Denim: That's true enough, sir. I mean, look at us, we're cute and-- Pocket: What do you mean, true enough, Cadet? If you dare to question my word usage again, I'll have you demoted! Demoted!! DEMOTED!!! Denim: Sir, have I ever told you how cute you are when you're angry?
Spider-Dalek: Wow, thanks for the new, more powerful suit. IronDalek: Just remember: no tackling evil super-villains for now. Spider-Dalek: But I thought us Daleks were evil super-villains. IronDalek: Yeah, we are. But we're the good evil super-villains. Spider-Dalek You know, sometimes this evolving morality grows difficult to parse. IronDalek: Just listen to me. I won't steer you wrong. Spider-Dalek: Phew, that's a relief. I mean, if you can't trust your leaders to tell you what's right, who can you trust?