"You thrive on control. You want to be master of everything only because you have no authority over the one thing that nags at you…controls you every day, every hour, every minute, every second."

"Doctor," warned the Master, with an angry glare.

"You can't stop the drums," the Doctor tapped the beat. "You can rule all time and space but the drums in your head won't obey your orders."

"Stop it! Shut up! Shut up Doctor!" He slammed his fist against the window.

"The sooner you face up to the problem the sooner you can deal with it."

"This isn't an AA meeting you know," he replied with a sarcastic tone. "Hi, I'm the Master and I'm a megalomaniac…now it's your turn."

"I don't need therapy."

"Oh, yes you do Doctor. You let Gallifrey burn-,"

"Harry," said Lucy placing a hand on her husbands shoulder. "There is no need to bicker. You're missing the spectacle."

"Ah, yes my dear. I mustn't neglect my duty. After all my hard work it would be a shame to miss anything."