SMITH. (Shrugs) It might.
DOCTOR J. He might have a few fingers in the rest of the Universe.
SMITH. He might. But I made the world.
DOCTOR J. Enough, Mr. Smith, you did not make the world.
SMITH. (Insulted) Yes, I did too.
DOCTOR J. And you created me?
SMITH. (Concedingly) Indirectly.
DOCTOR J. Then uncreate me.
SMITH. I can't.
DOCTOR J. Why?