- Commander Hilred: Castellan, I have to report the intruder in Sector 7...
- Castellan Spandrell: Well?
- Commander Hilred: Evaded us. And he shot one of my guards.
- Castellan Spandrell: I see. Such efficiency.
- Commander Hilred: But we have him trapped in the communications tower, Castellan.
- Castellan Spandrell: Well done, Hildred. An antiquated capsule, for which you get adequate early warning, tranducts on the very perimeter of the Capitol. You are informed that the occupant is a known criminal, whereupon you allow him to escape and conceal himself in a building a mere 53 stories high. A clever stratagem, Hildred. You're trying to confuse him, I take it?
- Commander Hilred: I apologise, Castellan. He won't evade capture a second time.
- Castellan Spandrell: In the light of your impressive record so far, I would make no rash commitments.
- The Doctor: Runcible, my dear chap, how nice to see you.
- Commentator Runcible: What? Oh, I don't believe we've, um... Oh, I say. Weren't you expelled or something? Some scandal?
- The Doctor: Oh, it's all been forgotten about now, old boy.
- Commentator Runcible: Oh, really? Well, where've you been all these years?
- The Doctor: Oh, here and there, you know. Round and about.
- [he bends over to hide his face from some passing guards]
- Commentator Runcible: Is there something the matter?
- The Doctor: No, no, just a twinge in the knee.
- Commentator Runcible: Well, if you will lead such a rackety life. Have you had a facelift?
- The Doctor: Several, so far.
- The Doctor: [narrating the opening text] Through the millennia, the Time Lords of Gallifrey led a life of peace and ordered calm, protected against all threats from lesser civilisations by their great power. But this was to change. Suddenly and terribly, the Time Lords faced the most dangerous crisis in their long history...
- Co-Ordinator Engin: [reading the Doctor's file] The Tribunal chose, in view of the extenuating circumstances, to impose a lenient sentence.
- Castellan Spandrell: What?
- Co-Ordinator Engin: [louder] The Tribunal chose...
- Castellan Spandrell: What sentence?
- Co-Ordinator Engin: Oh, I beg your pardon. Banishment to Earth.
- Castellan Spandrell: Earth?
- Co-Ordinator Engin: Sol 3, in Mutter's Spiral. Rather an interesting little planet, I understand. Several of our...
- Castellan Spandrell: Is there anything further of relevance I should know, Coordinator Engin?
- Co-Ordinator Engin: I see there is an addendum. Ah yes, the sentence was subsequently remitted at the intercession of the CIA.
- Castellan Spandrell: Celestial Intervention Agency. They get their fingers into everything.
- Commander Hilred: [looking at the TARDIS] If I didn't know better, Castellan, I'd swear it was a Type 40.
- Castellan Spandrell: It is.
- Commander Hilred: But that's impossible. There are no Type 40s in service. They're out of commission, obsolete.
- The Doctor: [Inside, watching them on the scanner screen] Obsolete? Twaddle! Take no notice, my dear old thing.
- [he pats the TARDIS console]
- [It is Presidential Resignation Day on Gallifrey. The outgoing Lord President is due to name his successor]
- Commentator Runcible: [to camera, in the style of a news reporter] It is certainly no secret that a very senior member of the Prydonian Chapter, and the present number two in the Time Lord Council, Chancellor Goth, is the widely fancied candidate.
- The Doctor: [watching on a monitor in the TARDIS] Oh, get off!
- [he changes the channel]