Trapped like this, like a sponge beneath the sea. Yet even a sponge has more life than I. Can you understand a thousandth of my agony? I, Morbius, who once led the High Council of the Time Lords, and dreamed the greatest dreams in history, now reduced to this - to the condition where I envy a vegetable.
“The Time Lords are spineless parasites. Morbius offered them greatness once but he was betrayed and rejected. They’ll pay for that mistake, Condo. These pacifist degenerates will be the first to feel the power of his revenge.”
The Doctor: You can’t really go on calling yourself Morbius. There’s very little Morbius left. “Potpourri” would be appropriate. Sarah Jane: How about “Chop Suey”? The Doctor: Chop Suey the Galactic Emperor!