DOCTOR: You asked to see me in my mourning suit, so I thought I'd oblige you.

EVELYN: I still can't see why you had to show it off to me at a funeral. DOCTOR: Well, where else does one wear a mourning suit, but at a place of mourning? Blue, you see, colour of mourning, on a number of civilised worlds, notably not yours.

EVELYN: (laughing:) Oh Doctor, bless you for being a dear, but I thought when you said you had a mourning suit, you meant morning suit, as in, something Edwardian, worn in the morning.

DOCTOR: Oh, good grief, Evelyn. I haven't worn anything that formal for years. I thought you wanted to see my mourning suit because you wanted to go to that chap's funeral.

EVELYN: What chap?

DOCTOR: Well, the chap whose funeral we've just been to, got wet at, drunk insipid weak tea after we made pleasant small talk with his grieving relatives—that chap.

EVELYN: But I thought he was your friend.

DOCTOR: What?

EVELYN: I didn't know him from Adam. How could I? I've never been to the Andromedan Galaxy before.

DOCTOR: But if he wasn't your friend and I've never heard of him, why did we go?

EVELYN: You took us.

DOCTOR: But you said...Oh, never mind. I'm going to change back into my favourite coat, the gaucherie one.

EVELYN: Well...I think that was a very nice service, don't you?

DOCTOR: Oh yes. Marvellous. Very...very inspiring.

(TARDIS door closes.)

DOCTOR: Very uplifting.

EVELYN: Well, I wouldn't go that far. But the priest said lots of nice things about him.

DOCTOR: Yes, I thought so. By uplifting I mean it wasn't one of those tearful, everyone weeping on one another's shoulders events. Shame about the rain, though. Next time, bring an umbrella, please.

EVELYN: Yes. Well, I'm glad we went, anyway, and I'm also very glad you changed your coat. I think that blue one is very fetching.

DOCTOR: Oh.

EVELYN: Very you. But without the, erm...gaucherie of your normal one. DOCTOR: Gaucherie? I'll have you know that my coat came from one of the most exclusive boutiques on Kolpasha. Not just anyone can shop there, you know.

EVELYN: Oh Doctor, if that coat is an example of their top-of-the-range raiment, I'm not surprised they're exclusive. I imagine you are their only customer.

DOCTOR: Gaucherie, raiment? Who force-fed you a thesaurus this morning, hmm?

EVELYN: Yes, well. It may have escaped your attention but I'm actually paying you a compliment.

DOCTOR: Mm?

EVELYN: Blue suits you. It matches your eyes.

DOCTOR: Oh. Well, thank you, Evelyn.