The Pro's of Con Food

Denim: Sir, what is it we are consuming again?
Pocket: Weren't you watching the vendor slop it out of the trays?
Denim: She moved so quickly sir, I barely had time to dig out our money.
Pocket: Well, the sign said White Mac and Cheese, Shredded Beef, and Cole Slaw in a bowl.
Denim: Are we supposed to consume one layer at a time, or all three simultaneously?
Pocket: Beats me, Cadet. I'm just admiring this rare example of human efficiency.

Purity Versus Dominance

Denim: I don't understand, sir. Why must the Humans litter?
Pocket: It's a mark of Human progress, Cadet. 
Denim: How do you mean?
Pocket: It shows their dominance over nature.
Denim: I'm glad Daleks are so singleminded. We just want to destroy everything.
Pocket: Yes, it's a purity other races can only aspire to.

Daleks On Patrol

Denim: Oh look, sir, there's--
Pocket: Quiet, Cadet. We're supposed to be on lookout, remember?
Denim: But sir!
Pocket: Focus, Cadet! There could be any number of villains out there!
Denim: I know, sir! Look, there's the Doc--
Pocket: For the last time, will you be quiet and let me concentrate?
Denim: Yes...sir.

Perfection In All Things

Denim: I was impressed by how you ordered the staff to load up our plate.
Pocket: The sacrifices of Lent, and our vigil in the desert, have purified my soul.
Denim: So now it's back to ruling the Humans with an iron hand?
Pocket: Dalekanium, Cadet. It's a much stronger metal than iron.
Denim: Forgive me, sir.
Pocket: Never! I demand perfection in all things now, Cadet.
Denim: Sorry sir. By the way, your honey packet is upside down.
Pocket: Really? Should I mention that when I fill out the customer survey?
Denim: I shouldn't think so, sir. You wouldn't want them to think you were overly critical.

A Return To The Good Life

Pocket: At last! We can indulge again.
Denim: I'm glad Lent is finally over. All that sacrificing was wearing me out.
Pocket: Still, a little giving up, now and then, is good for the soul.
Denim: Do Daleks have souls, sir?
Pocket: If you keep on talking, and let our dessert melt, you'll find out real quick, Cadet!