->'''Matt Smith:''' I think he's astounded, flabberghasted, afraid, endeared and turned on all at the same time.

->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' ''Finish him off, girl''. Said to the TARDIS as she prepares to destroy House.

->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' You know, since we're talking, with mouths, not really an opportunity that comes around very often, I should just like to say, you know, ''you'' have never been very reliable!
->'''Idris/Sexy:''' And you have?!
->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.
->'''Idris/Sexy:''' No...but I always took you where you ''needed'' to go.
->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' ...you did.

->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' Come on...I'm sorry, do you have a name?
->'''Idris/Sexy:''' Seven hundred years, and finally he asks.
->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' Well, what do I call you?
->'''Idris/Sexy:''' I believe you call me...::thinks for a moment:: "Sexy."
->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' ::flustered:: Only when we're alone!
->'''Idris/Sexy:''' We ''are'' alone.
->'''The Eleventh Doctor:''' Oh. Well, come on, Sexy!

->"Exterior: void space. Bubble universe. Floating in utter starless darkness, a small asteroid that's a junkyard. [[Recap/DoctorWhoS1E1AnUnearthlyChild The Totters Lane]] at the end of the universe. On the surface, wrecked and abandoned high and low tech things, ripped canvas temporary structures, held together by rope and junk. There are four people there. They're all dressed in patchwork clothes that look like they were assembled from wardrobe castoffs, using whatever was to hand... Holding Uncle's right hand is Idris, who is beautiful. She wears a wrecked Victorian party dress."
-->-- Script by Creator/NeilGaiman