Dalek: "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Oh, you mechanical rascal, hold your exasperations! A lady such as myself demands the utmost respiratoriness."
Dalek: "EXPLAIN! EXPLAIN!"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Well, if you must persist with your interrogatories, I shall endeavour to influctuate my intentions. You, sir, are the pinnacle of predicaments—a pestilent pimple on the face of mechanical procreation!"
Dalek: "INSULTS ARE INEFFECTIVE! EXTERMINATE!"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Insult? Oh, no, my good automaton! That was a compliment of the highest calamitousness! Why, your metallic magnanimity is eclipsed only by your—what shall I call it—your unmitigated galactomorphosis."
Dalek: "THREAT LEVEL UNCLEAR. CLARIFY!"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Threat? Oh, I am as harmless as a lamb in a basket of dandelions. But I must objectify! Your manners are more obsolete than the Monocle Medallion of 1722. How dare you approach a lady without first delivering a solicitous bow of restitution!"
Dalek: "EXTERMINATE?"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Exterminate? Oh, pish-posh! I believe you mean exuberate. I am not to be diminuted by your grotesque articulations. I demand an apparition of respect, or I shall be forced to call the constables of high retribution!"
Dalek: (Pausing in confusion.) "YOUR VOCABULARY IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE! ADVISE—SHOULD I EXTERMINATE OR ESCALATE?"
Mrs. Malaprop: "Escalate? I think not! I suggest you recalibrate your ascensions before you trip over your own illuminated appendages. A gentleman, even of your metallic magnesium, ought to exude the quintessence of proper latitudes. Now, if you’ll pardon me, I must excavate myself from this unwarranted confrontation before my sensibilities discombobulate!"
Dalek: (Spinning in confusion, smoke beginning to rise.) "SYSTEM ERROR! SYSTEM ERROR! INSUFFICIENT DATA TO EXTERMINATE!"
Mrs. Malaprop: (Turning up her nose.) "And that, dear sir, is why one should never underestimate the effulgence of a properly-educated lady."
