Oh yeah? Well--[The Doctor bites back a retort--which takes an enormous amount of effort on his part since it's not often his tongue is so restrained--but what he could've said would bring up their home planet, and the kidnapped humans are still with them, and that's not an audience he wants for the type of discussion he knows Narvin will want after that reminder.]--well, you're just jealous I've got my own TARDIS and you don't. Perhaps I should call you Straxus. I seem to remember an incarnation of his was particularly put out with not having one of his own. Tell me, which one of you numbskulls decided to actually give him one?

[He doesn't care what branch of the Gallifreyan government and organization of big, ugly hoods and gowns was responsible.]

Good girl. [He mutters to the central console just before he initiates the final sequence for materialisation. Be prepared for another jolt, Narvin.]