Better an honest villain...

[Rassilon has decided he has enough of the infirmary after getting a headache. He's back in his room now and stares at the camera, looking cranky.]

I require a map of this ship. Bring me one.

Edit: [Not too long after the first transmission he adds:]

I am in no mood for arguments. Do not start one.

...The map may not be needed, after all.


[Time Lord Filter]

You stay away. I don't have the patience to deal with you. [Because the Doctor - any of them - and the Master are extra annoying, in his opinion.]


[Private to Omega]

Except you. Are you better now?


[Private to Narvin]

We have yet to talk, Coordinator; but I give you a bit more time. As I said, I don't have the patience.