"Think about it?" he laughed. "Really? Do you think I have the patience?" he asked, pacing around the Doctor. He drummed his fingers on his leg. A beat of four.
"I have ran out of patience.... and my hypothesis and theories need to be put into practice, if you, and your other selves will not help me. What you are failing to grasp" he said as he walked to the Doctors back. He leaned in close so he could speak in a more hushed tone. "Is that I don't have much time and if you make me wait any longer you are only wasting what little time I do have"