SARTIA: Oh, poor Mana. You're so... stuck.
SARTIA: You left before any of us, you had it all on a silver salver.
SARTIA: But you're still running round after your tutor, your precious Doctor. You'll always be in his shadow!
ROMANA II: Now you're being ridiculous.
SARTIA: You left Gallifrey, but you never left school!
ROMANA I: Why get yourself into trouble on my behalf?
BRAXIATEL: Because you remind me of someone I used to know. Hotheaded, arrogant, self-assured...
ROMANA II: Sartia said I was insufferable. And sickening.
DOCTOR: She said that? Pah! What does she know?
DOCTOR: Not from where I'm standing.
ROMANA I: But the others in my class—
ROMANA I: No. Just the others in my class. They hate me.
ROMANA I: Because I'm cleverer than they are.
ROMANA II: We were friends, but I never knew she was so angry with me. Was I really so obnoxious?
DOCTOR: Oh, well... a little overconfident, perhaps. Self-assured, and, ah, prone to leaving your hairbrushes around the ship.
ROMANA I: They're jealous because I'll pass next week's exams with ease.
BRAXIATEL: Of course they're jealous. Compared to you, they're still Time Tots. You have excellent grades, you are years ahead of them in every subject, and you'll graduate to a very high position in society.
SARTIA: Oh, how we all hated you at Prydon!
ROMANA II: But, but that's silly. You were my best friend!
SARTIA: I lied! We all lied. You were always tutor's favourite.
ROMANA II: That's not true.
SARTIA: Ugh! The sickening prize-winning perfect girl who had it all, who never got a thing wrong. What chance did you give the rest of us?
ROMANA I: I have not slept well these past few nights… The exams, I've been thinking, I should deliberately fail some so the others will like me.
BRAXIATEL: And if you do? Will that help?
SARTIA: Poor little Mana. No one'll shed a tear over your untimely demise. It's no loss, you insufferable little—ugh!