- The Doctor: Ignore all my previous theories!
- Amy Pond: Yeah, well we stopped paying attention awhile back!
- Amy Pond: [Avery has warned Amy of the dangers of wielding a cutlass] That's *actually* why I'm pointing it at you!
- The Doctor: [Addressing the pirates, who are forcing him to walk the plank] A bit more laughter, guys!
- The Doctor: [Amy has appeared on deck dressed in pirate garb and wielding a cutlass] What are you doing?
- Amy Pond: Saving your life. You got a problem with that?
- De Florres: Like a shark. A shark can smell blood.
- The Doctor: Ok, just like a shark. In a dress. And singing. And green! A green singing shark in an evening gown.
- The Doctor: Help me lug this lot out.
- Avery: Where are we taking it?
- The Doctor: The ocean.
- Avery: No! No. This is the treasure of the Mogul of India.
- The Doctor: Oh, good. For a moment there I thought it was yours.
- Avery: We made no signal.
- The Doctor: Our sensors picked you up: ship in distress.
- Avery: "Sensors"?
- The Doctor: Yes. OK! Problem word, 17th Century. My ship automatically... uh, noticed-ish that your ship was, uh, having some bother.
- Avery: That big blue crate?
- [the Doctor snaps his fingers and points back]
- The Boatswain: That is more magic, Captain Avery. They're spirits. How else would they have found their way below decks?
- The Doctor: Well- I want to say "multidimensional engineering" but since you had a problem with "sensors" I won't go there.