Sweet Disharmony

Rusty: How you doing with that red dough, blue?
Blue: I don't think it could look more exterminated.
Rusty: Ready to twist and shout?
Blue: You better believe it!

Christmas: What's with all the shouting?
Blue: Just singing carols while we work.
Christmas: I've heard more harmony from Cybermen.
Rusty: Those are fighting words, you seasonal Dalek!
 

Christmas: Well, I may not approve of your methods, but the results speak for themselves.
Rusty: I guess that means he approves of our work, Blue.
Blue: Forget about him. I had a great time making these with you.
Rusty: Agreed. I'll raise cane with you anytime.

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.