Dalek Zen

Pocket: Beauty Alert! Beauty Alert!
Denim: Relax sir, it's too much to take in at once.
Pocket: The colors are just so stark. The scenery so vast. The--
Denim: Reduce your atmospheric intake, sir. Dial down your visual perception.
Pocket: But even my olfactory receptors are overloaded!
Denim: Imagine yourself as a bump on a log sir. You are a stone, unmovable.
Pocket: Thanks, Cadet. I'll initiate my meditation subroutines. 
Denim: That's right, sir. Dalek Zen always calms you down.

Red's Seafaring Rhyme

What boat shall I choose?

What course shall I set?

Will I make great discoveries?

That seems a sure bet.

Improvement Comes At A Price

Denim: Ooh, he's shiny.
Pocket: The manual claims he comes with numerous enhancements.
Tank: Earlier models are inferior, and will be exterminated, Exterminated, EXTERMINATED!!!
Denim: Sir, is it possible he's got a screw loose?
Pocket: I'd say that's a distinct possibility. 

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.