Emperor Dalek: You destroyed us, Doctor. The Dalek race died in your inferno, but my ship survived. Falling through time, crippled but alive.
The Doctor: I get it.
Daleks: Do not interrupt! Do not interrupt! Do not interrupt!
The Doctor: I think you're forgetting something. I'm the Doctor and if there's one thing I can do, it's talk. I've got five billion languages and you haven't got one way of stopping me. So if anybody's going to shut up, it's YOU! (He turns on the Daleks, who back away from him slightly; he turns back to the Emperor) Okey-doke, so where were we?
Emperor Dalek: We waited here in the dark space, damaged but rebuilding. Centuries passed and we quietly infiltrated the systems of Earth, harvesting the waste of humanity. The prisoners, the refugees, the dispossessed, they all came to us. The bodies were filleted, pulped, sifted. The seed of the human race is perverted; only one cell in a billion was fit to be nurtured.
The Doctor: So you created an army of Daleks out of the dead.
Rose: That makes them... half-human.
Emperor Dalek: Those words are blasphemy!
Daleks: Do not blaspheme! Do not blaspheme! Do not blaspheme!
Emperor Dalek: Everything human has been purged. I cultivated pure and blessed Dalek.
The Doctor: Since when did the Daleks have a concept of blasphemy?
Emperor Dalek: I reached into the dirt and made new life. I am the God of all Daleks.
Daleks: Worship him! Worship him! Worship him!
The Doctor: They're insane. Hiding in silence for hundreds of years, that's enough to drive anyone mad. But it's worse than that. Driven mad by your own flesh, the stink of humanity. You hate your own existence. And that makes them more deadly than ever.
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