The Eleventh Doctor:  Hello , the TARDIS .
Clara: Emergency . You 're my boyfriend .
The Eleventh Doctor: Ding dong . Okay , brilliant ! I may be a bit rusty in some areas but I will glance at a manual .
Clara: No , no . You 're not actually my boyfriend .
The Eleventh Doctor: Oh . That was quick . It 's a roller coaster , this phone call .
Clara: But I need a boyfriend . Really quickly .
The Eleventh Doctor: Well , I hope you 're nicer to the next _ one _ .
Clara: No ! Shut up ! Christmas dinner . Me . Cooking .
The Eleventh Doctor: So ?
Clara: So I may have accidentally invented a boyfriend .
The Eleventh Doctor: Yeah , I did that once and there 's no easy way to get rid of an android .