[Narvin stubbornly fails to heed the Doctor's warning to grab a rail and sprawls ungracefully on the floor at the first spat of heavy turbulence. He crawls up to his hands and knees and pulls himself to his feet using the edge of the console to steady himself.]

You call this piloting! Watch out for the chroniform variable bubble. And adjust your Blinovich quantum arc, the temporal drift is off by point zero two percent. [He quickly goes from backseat driving to starting to push buttons on the console.]