Twelve Reasons why Eleven was easier to handle

One

"Are we going to have Christmas dinner with your parents again?" the Doctor asked.

"Not if my life depended on it," Clara replied, remembering last year only too well.

"Why not? I think it went well last time."

Clara gave him an angry stare. "Do you really want me to explain this to you?"

"Yes, please."

"You mean apart from the fact that you've changed faces and showed up naked last time?"

"I could wear the same outfit if it helps," the Doctor suggested.

Two

"Clara, I've discovered something marvellous," the Doctor shouted as he stormed into her bedroom in the middle of the night, "You won't believe it, it's really extraordinary!"

Clara sat upright in an instant, her heart beating fast in shock.

"Doctor," she said, completely out of breath, "What is it? Why are you so exhilarated?"

The Doctor proudly held up a silver-blue can that spelled "Red Bull".

"Oh God, please, tell me you didn't drink it," Clara said, completely unimpressed. She got out of bed and took the can from his hand.

"I've had five cans and you know what I noticed? What a slow talker I am. Now, I'm fast. I'm great. I feel like I could travel through the entire universe right now. Are you coming with me? Oh, doesn't look like you have a choice. You're in my TARDIS. My TARDIS, Clara, isn't that marvellous? Hey, what are you doing? Give it back, I haven't finished."

"And you shouldn't. Gosh, you're insufferable enough without it," Clara said angrily.

"Please, can I have it back?"

"No, no, no, no," she pushed him out of her bedroom, "And don't ever drink that again. Ever!"

"But it's said to give you wings," the Doctor explained.

"Good night, Doctor!"

Three

"What do you think of these wrinkles right here, Clara?" the Doctor was examining his face in the mirror.

"I'm not looking at your wrinkles. Again. They were there yesterday. And they'll be there tomorrow," Clara seemed annoyed.

"I'm not so sure about these two, though. And what about my hair? Do you think it's too grey?"

"Can anything be too grey or not grey enough?"

"Well, there are different shades of grey, Clara. I'm just wondering. By the way, have you read the book? Shades of Grey?" the Doctor asked.

"No, and I don't want to hear you mention that ever again."

"What about Twilight? Can I mention that?"

Clara rolled her eyes. "Now, which of those winkles were you talking about?"