MICKEY: The audio medium. It can be so deceptive…

IRIS: Stop thinking and start drinking!

DOCTOR: Love. Huh! Wrote a treatise on the chromosomal origins of love once, when I was a small boy. Proved categorically which gene began it, which enzymes carried it, which electrochemical receptors translated it… Took all the fun out of it. Got a rubbish grade, too. My tutor told me I’d missed the point.

DOCTOR: We need to clear our heads. A walk outside could help. But which outside?

IRIS: The Berlin one. I think I need pastries.

DOCTOR: I know how you’re feeling.

IRIS: Do you? Of course you do.

DOCTOR: You catch yourself looking back at yourself. Have I changed so much over the centuries, you wonder? When will it happen? That one turning point in our lives. That one moment our fate is sealed.

IRIS: Can I have a cuddle?

DOCTOR: Hmm? Just a comforting one, all right?

(They cuddle.)

IRIS: Oh, oh, you’re dead cuddly. Actually, I like this body.

IRIS: Anyway, I don’t fancy you much in this incarnation.

DOCTOR: I’m sorry?

IRIS: All the others I do, you see. All the others! Ooh, I’d be off like a shot! Never mind, chuck, better luck next time.

IRIS: Opening time! Oh praise the Lord! I’m gasping!

DOCTOR: Yes, yes, but before we go inside, I’d like to propose-

IRIS: (squeals in delight)

DOCTOR: -a small plan of campaign.