The Doctor: Yo-ho-ho! Or does nobody actually say that?
The Doctor: Is laughing like that in the job description? 'Can you do the laugh?' Check. Grab yourself a parrot, welcome aboard.
Avery: Take the doxie below, put her to work.
Avery: Set her to work, she won't need much feeding.
Amy: Rory! A little help.
Rory: Yeah, hey, listen, mate, she's not a doxie.
Amy: I didn't mean just tell him off. Thanks anyway.
Avery: She can smell the blood on your skin. She's marked you for death.
Avery: A demon, out there in the ocean.
The Doctor: Okay, groovy. So you're just not pirates today, we've managed to bag us a ship with a demon popping in. Very efficient. I mean, if something's going to kill you, it's nice that it drops you a note to remind you.
Avery: She's been hunting us ever since we were be calmed, picking off the injured.
Crewman: Like a shark. A shark can smell blood.
The Doctor: Okay, just like a shark. In a dress, and singing, and green. A green, singing shark in an evening gown.
Amy: Sure you want to go?
The Doctor: We have to get Rory and Toby away. She's out there now, licking her lips, boiling the saucepan, grating the cheese.
Amy: Okay, we'll remember. If you get an itch, don't scratch too hard.
The Doctor: We've all got to go sometime. There are worse ways than having your face knocked off by a dodgy mermaid.
Avery: By all the...!
The Doctor: Let me stop you there. Bigger on the inside. Bit faster if you skip to the end of that moment. And sorry I lied, by the way, when I said yours was bigger. Kitchen that way, choice of bathrooms there, there, there.
Avery: (examining the TARDIS controls) What's this do?
The Doctor: That is very, very complicated. That does sophisticated. That does... whoa, amazing. And that does whiz, bang, far too technical to explain.
The Doctor: Atom accelerator.
Avery: It steers the thing.
The Doctor: No. Sort of. Yes.
Avery: Wheel. Telescope. Astrolabe. Compass. A ship's a ship.
The Doctor: Uh-huh.
The Doctor: Umm, it's stuck. Not responding.
The Doctor: Hmm-mm. Apparently. That's new. You have to gloat, didn't you?
Avery: I'm not gloating.
The Doctor: I saw that look just now. 'Ha ha, his ship is rubbish.'
The Doctor: It can't get a lock on the plane.
Avery: The what?
The Doctor: The space we travel in. The... ocean. Sort of ocean, but not water. The TARDIS can't see it. It's sulking because it thinks the space doesn't exist. Without that, we're not going anywhere.
Avery: I'm confused.
The Doctor: Yeah, well, it's a big club. We should get t-shirts.
Amy: How can two ships be in the same place?
The Doctor: Not the same. Two planes, two worlds, two cars parked in the same space. There are lots of different universes, nested inside of each other. Now and again they collide, and you can step from one to another.
Amy: Okay. I think I understand.
The Doctor: Good, because it's not like that at all, but if that helps.
The Doctor: That's what killed it,didn't get its jabs... oh, look.
Amy: What is it?
The Doctor: Sneeze. Alien bogeys.
Amy: I thought I was an excellent pirate.
Rory: I thought you were an excellent nurse.
Amy: Easy, Tiger.
Amy: Good night, Doctor.
The Doctor: Good night, Amelia.
Amy: You only call me "Amelia" when you're worrying about me.
The Doctor: I always worry about you.