The Doctor: Yes, OK, OK, OK, OK. Dalek fleet. Minimum twelve thousand battleships armed to the teeth.
The Doctor:....Aaaah! But we've got surprise on our side. They'll never expect three people to attack twelve thousand Dalek battleships!
The Doctor:....'Cos we'd be killed instantly, so it would be a fairly short surprise.
The Doctor:....Forget surprise.
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The Doctor: Hush, Rory. Thinking. Why leave a Cyberman on guard unless it's a Cyberthing in the box but why would they lock up one of their own? Okay, no, not a Cyberthing. But what? What? Oh! Missing something obvious, Rory. Something big. Something right slap in front of me. I can feel it.
Rory: Yeah. I think you probably are.
The Doctor: I'll get it in a minute.
The Doctor:...
The Doctor: Hello again.
Rory: Hello.
The Doctor: How've you been?
Rory: Good, yeah. Good. I mean, Roman.
The Doctor: Rory, I'm not trying to be rude. But you died!
Rory: Yeah. I know. I was there.
The Doctor: You died and then you were erased from time. You didn't just die, you were never born at all. You never existed.
Rory: Erased? What does that mean?
The Doctor: How can you be here?
Rory: I don't know. It's kind of fuzzy.
The Doctor: Fuzzy.
Rory: Well I died and turned into a Roman. It's very distracting.