With A Little Help From My Friend

Pocket: I'm so famished!
Denim: Me too, sir.
Pocket: These Lent sacrifices leave me exhausted, Cadet.
Denim: Just lean on me. You've carried me through the tough times often enough.

A Tithe For Lent

Denim: Whoa! Sir? How could you create such a whacking great dent?
Pocket: It's called tithe, Cadet. It's a sacred duty.
Denim: But I thought Lent was about giving up stuff?
Pocket: It is. You want to help Master and Mistress give up more for Lent?
Denim: Yes please!

One Last Indulgence

Denim: When you decide to have one last fling, you really go for it, sir.
Pocket: There's no merit in an indulgence limited by restraint.
Denim: So I should just dive in, and exterminate Exterminate EXTERMINATE?
Pocket: Within reason, Cadet. Remember, I want some too.

The Rigors Of Leadership

Denim: Sir, how come Blue gets his own card?
Pocket: It' been decided. He's the quirky, breakout character.
Denim: But he's not the Original Dalek. You came first!
Pocket: So? Let him have his day.
Denim: You're so giving, sir.
Pocket: That's cruel necessity, Cadet. The rigors of leadership demand constant sacrifice.