"Really, Doctor. It's bad enough that you insist upon celebrating some ridiculous Earth holiday, but you are eleven hours, forty-three minutes, and nineteen seconds late."
"You've spent the past three days hiding," the Doctor reminded him. "Otherwise you would have gotten this over with."
"I was hoping you'd give up this foolishness once the day itself had passed."
"You should know by now; I'll never give up on you."
For a fraction of a second the Master's expression softened, then he forced the mask back into place. "I suppose I've put this off as long as possible. Lead on, Doctor."