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!

Roadside Sustenance

Pocket: I can't believe you dragged us all the way out into the middle of nowhere--
Coulson: But you said you two needed an adventure.
Pocket: Without packing adequate provisions!
Coulson: I got confused, okay? With you two giving up everything for Lent--
Pocket: Lent's over, soldier!
Coulson: Like I said, sir, I got confused. Sorry.
Denim: At least that roadside shop had these candies. And look sir, their English!
Pocket: I don't suppose they had any Jelly Babies?
Denim: I could go ask them.
Pocket: Good idea! Send Coulson back. He's got a lot to atone for!
Coulson: But sir, please! Couldn't I consume my Licorice Allsort first?
Pocket: What? You mean... Oh, very well. Go ahead.
Coulson: Thank you, sir.
Pocket: That's the problem with Lent. All that sacrificing puts me in an easygoing mood.

A Positive Mental Attitude

Pocket: Sometimes I wonder if there's anyplace left to conquer.
Denim: From here, it certainly looks as if this area's been conquered already.
Pocket: Somewhere below must be a hive of scum and villainy.
Denim: That's good, sir. Way to keep a positive attitude.
Pocket: It's essential when seeking a civilization to conquer.