A couplet short of a sonnet
(we're all mad here)
Vincent: But you’re not armed. The Doctor: I am. Vincent: What with? The Doctor: Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted.

Vincent: But you’re not armed.
The Doctor: I am.
Vincent: What with?
The Doctor: Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted.

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