DOCTOR: Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, in looking on the happy autumn fields, and thinking of the days that are no more. I don't just switch my emotions on and off, Evelyn. It may look as though I do, but I don't. It's not a conscious thing. I can't help the way I am. Perhaps in my next regeneration I'll be different. Perhaps I'll take everything to heart, although, having met me, I'd say that was unlikely. A small type with an odd accent. Not looking forward to that at all.

EVELYN: I'm not asking you to change, Doctor, and I don't actually want you to change. I like you. I want to put all this behind us now. Now that we understand one another better.

DOCTOR: What about you? Will you miss Rossiter?

EVELYN: Mmm hmm. I will. A great deal. He calmed me down, made me see the value in not concentrating on the less important things.

DOCTOR: It's a challenge for me in some ways to travel with you, you know, Evelyn. I mean, I'm so terribly, terribly fond of all my companions. Each of them has been special to me, unique. It's not just anyone I let into the TARDIS.

EVELYN: And it's not just anyone who could put up with your mood swings.

DOCTOR: Indeed, indeed. But they've all been, well, I suppose I have to say younger.

EVELYN: Thank you.

DOCTOR: No, no, no, no. Perhaps I mean less experienced. Less well-rounded. I've travelled with my intellectual equals, with my emotional betters, but no one other than you, Evelyn, has been. Well, I've travelled with an American for some time recently, and I'm sure she would have told me the phrase I was looking for, however much it irks me to utter it. It was the whole kit and caboodle.

(Evelyn laughs.)

DOCTOR: Come here, Doctor Smythe. I think we both need a cuddle.