Donna: And who’s… he?
Ten: Welllllll, that’s me. Least I assume.
Donna: Oy! What do you mean he’s you?!? What, instead of getting older, Time Lords just turn pubescent?!
Amy: Who - ?
Eleven: That, Pond… is me. Not the ginger, sadly. The sticky…furry…brown-y one.
Amy: Oh, yes - the suit! Mmm, not too bad, not-so-raggedy man.