Eleventh Doctor: (about-faces, so he's looking at the camera) One day, that'll work.
Jarra To: Oh, come on, that begged an inane bleat of "What, Jarra?" "Why, Jarra?" "Three bags full, Jarra!"
Jarra To: Aw, you're no fun. Well, see if I care! Here, let's try this for size... [shapeshifts into Erimem] Oh Jarra, what do you mean by that, Jarra? [shapeshifts back to her true form] Well, isn't it obvious? I intend to wipe out this entire stunted timeline, suck it into a big portal and into some big cosmic vacuum bag! [shapeshifts into Erimem] But Jarra, can you really do that? [shapeshifts back to her true form] Of course! I punched a hole through to the Axis, didn't I? I'm just making a bigger hole in the old dimensional wall! [shapeshifts into Erimem] But why, Jarra, why? [[shapeshifts back to her true form] Because I want to cover my tracks, bury the who and what I was, make a bright shiny fresh start in my handy-dandy TARDIS, ♪pack up my troubles in an old kit bag♪-
Erimem: SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!! Just. Shut. Up. Please.
I readied myself for another rousing round of Catherine-tries-not-to-die, but the attack never came. The Rider was twitching, mouth twisting in discomfort.
"Since you are about to die anyway," he said reluctantly, through gritted teeth, "I might as well reveal the depths of your failure."
Wait, what? That never worked. Not even with Heiress and she lived for this stuff. It certainly didn't look like he wanted to tell me any of this.
"This struggle is but a distraction," the Rider said. "You are meant to waste time and die here while the true war is fought in Creation."
Masego had told me once that Arcadia worked according to different rules than Creation. I'd only been pretending to listen when he'd been talking about how that affected the creational laws governing the flow of time which was, apparently, a classical element. I really needed to learn what those were at some point but one part had actually been interesting enough I'd tuned back in. Arcadia was, in a lot of ways, rawer than Creation proper. In Creation stories bound only the Named, but in Arcadia everything was a story. It was why everything was so changeable. I was standing in front of an enemy clearly winning against me, at his mercy, and had just prompted him to gloat and reveal his plans. So he had. Even if he didn't want to.
Vimes: Well, it'd be a help.
Wolfgang: You are going to die anyway. Why don't you tell me?
[Mr. Incredible throws a broken tree stump at him. Syndrome dodges and freezes him with his tractor beam]
Syndrome: [Chuckling] You sly dog! You got me monologuing!
Flare Grunt: Why did you tell them that?! Who would even do something like that?!
Merve Bushwacker: Nope! I don't give a stuff, mate!
Keita: Hmph... she's gonna hack into your phones and erase all your stuff. Then you're helpless.
Ronaldo: What...!? But, our summoning apps—
Keita: Right, you'll never be able to use them again. Now, what do you say?
Fumi: Keita, you dope! Why're you telling them that? Are you seriously that stupid?
Keita: I've always wanted to fight them, especially Hibiki. They need to be serious.
Ultron: I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan... (shoots Stark in the face)
Shego: Don't stop to tell her the plan!
Dr. Drakken: I'll handle this, Shego!
Shego: Yeah, all I know is, every time you stop to blab about your big plan, she wins!
The Vault Dweller: Your ego demands you tell me. All villains have this strange urge to explain everything.
Nail: Wait, can't you regrow your-
Kami: Shut up, Nail, he's doing a thing!
Cell: Ah, submission. A second-favorite to futile resistance.
Piccolo: But before you finish me off, how 'bout you tell me everything about you?
Cell: Ah, well...
Piccolo: Unless you don't have anything important to say.
Cell: No, no, it's just you're the first person to ask me "who" or "what". Normally, they just ask... "Why?"
Wonderella: Christ, they never shut up about 'em!
Harry: What have you got to lose?
Nicodemus: And apparently you expect me to tell you of any vulnerabilities I might have as well. I am wounded by the lack of professional respect that implies.
Villain: No! It's none of y'all damn business!
Francis E. Francis: You know what I do to little kids who ask lots of questions about me? (shouting to his assistant) Eugene! I read them my story. And, I baked cookies!
Gol-Fingy: Uhhhh don really got one of dose. Was gonna take da posh umies money den push 'im out the airlock, but since my Kroozer's run off I'm really jus plannin to cut some nosy 'ummie in 'alf wif my deff laser.
Zas: Um...anyone else wonder why he's just standing there telling us all this? Seems kind of silly, if you think about it. "Oooooh...I'm a bad guy now, and here's my whole evil plan." I mean, who does that?
Peter: Enough! I'm in charge here! Plus, none of you are going to make it out alive.
Blofeld: (chuckling) Oh no, I'm not falling for that one again!