The Unsweet Smell of Greatness

Pocket: So what are you thankful for, Cadet?
Denim: Right now, the fact that I can dial down my olfactory sensors.
Pocket: So you no longer wish to immerse yourself in the hot springs?
Denim: You made it sound rejuvenating. But now I'll opt for self-preservation.
Pocket: If you wish to achieve greatness, you must dare greatly!
Denim: Right now sir, I'd settle for not smelling greatly.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Blue: Those chocolate cereal bars were wonderful.
Rusty: It has been a delightful week
Blue: Saying good-bye will be hard.
Rusty: Never say good-bye, just "It was a pleasure Exterminating you."

Scales And Scoundrels

Rusty: Hm. Chocolate. Cereal. Marshmallow.
Blue: We may have discovered something wonderful.
Rusty: I suggest another sample to complete our analysis.
Blue: Agreed. Further study is required.
Rusty: Is it my imagination, or are the numbers below us increasing?
Blue: If you wish to indulge, you must ignore the scale.
Rusty: You mean, Exterminate All Scales?
Blue: No, but it's okay to ignore them, every once in awhile.

Portrait By Moonlight

Denim: Why is Mistress photographing us beneath these flowers?
Pocket: You know Human females. They like their Daleks, and they like flowers.
Denim: I must confess, sir. In this light, you look particularly malevolent.
Pocket: Thanks, Cadet. You always know just what to say.

Stoke Up The Boilers

Denim: After all our snacking this morning, one more bite could exterminate me!
Pocket: I warned you about pigging out in the Concession Car.
Denim: Well they kept feeding the engine coal, and stopping for fluids.
Pocket: So you were experiencing sympathetic refueling pains?
Denim: Does that sound illogical?
Pocket: Not at all. Now if you'll excuse me, this Grilled Cheese is calling my name.
Denim: I know. I hear it too. I'm in agony!