Stanley Newton:
"Well, you didn't crash the TARDIS. That is definitely a point in your favour." Stanley replies.
Smoke Alarm shuffled her sneakers, innocently...
Stanley Newton:
Stanley looks at his own familiar. "They are very useful. I am not sure I'd want one hovering around me for the rest of my life, no offence Tobias, but for a short stay in an unfamiliar place like this, they are great. You can get directions and other information just by asking them."
'I can ask my talkiphone that, and it doesn't try to clean me up.' Smoke Alarm concluded, still not at all convinced of the usefulness or benevolence of cleaners.
The Traveller:
"DOCTOR Newton. I will tell you the same thing I told Malakai of Atlantis and Gooseberry - if you don't like how I drive, you can go outside and push."
'But we might have to.' she pointed out teasingly.
The Traveller:
"You don't want to be a Time Lord, sweet. The job description calls for much sadness, and you're one of my happinesses. Further, being a Blue Kang seems to be a full time job!"
Smoke beamed.
'I get so much done as a Kang anyhow!'