Dr. Date-Rape, please indulge in a bit of misdirection that does nothing but show you're a really bad doctor!
What, we're not supposed to play football in the office? You bitch!
I think I preferred it when I came across pig aliens.
I'm edgy in a sex pistols t-shirt. Plus. Boobs. BBC3 is classy.
Hey, I remember Earshot!
We're making lots of references to sex! We're so hip!
I'm really sad. Poor me. Perhaps I'll make a cup of tea.
GIRLS! KIsSING! OMG!
No, really, I remember Earshot.
Just call me Jonathan!
Let's stay here while your dad loads the gun, sweetie!
My God! I'm even more annoying this week!
Jack, despite being the computer nerd, I've completely forgotten how to use Google. God knows why the alien tentacle thing I've just had sex with is making allusions to Greek myth, but please help!
And then Darla and I were in China during the Boxer Rebellion with Spike - oh...
Hey, don't be so judgmental. At least my mouth looks normal.
Earshot! Earshot! Earshot!
That's impossible! Mouths don't look that normally? I've been living a lie!
What is it? I'm brooding. Do you know have many years Wayne had to do this before he became Batman?
Tosh! I'm setting up a plan which I'll forget I even mentioned in ten seconds time!
Wait, that makes it three rogue members now? Out of five? God, I suck at being a boss.
Remember that bit about how we scavenge technology to protect The Crown? You do? Damn.
I'm still really upset!
No time for love, Doctor Jones! You interrupted my brooding!
STEVEN MOFFAT! COME BACK!