Outside of Orson Welles, few people can get away with that sort of thing. Inside Orson Welles, well, that's a whole nother matter…

It's Absolut-ly a good ikea to start a pun thread.

The R sounds in "grinding your corn" benefit so much from the Scottish brogue. Right after hearing it onscreen, I reflexively tried to utter the phrase myself because it had sounded so awesome. "Grrrinding yur corrrn!"

—This isn't going well, is it.
—I'm not digging it, no.
[They make out.]

I've been wondering if production now records some video of each Doctor against a green screen just for future (probably posthumous) specials…

Obviously the toy soldier was lodged between the cushions of the sofa that is impossibly stuck in the staircase.

Disqus: You climb onto the bed to avoid its ankle-grasping hands, and then the sheet rises like a gigantic boner.

I hear there are vampires in Venice!

The AV Club

Seriously, great review. This episode deserved a substantive write-up, and it received it.

"Arguing with the dashes" needs to take on some meaning, like lower-case santorum.

::stares at the spilled wine and shards of glass::

And then take for-frakking-ever to shoot the arrow that will light your corpse.

Plus she got to go back in time to her would-be beau's childhood and—like Rose and young Mickey—probably got him to imprint on her.

::evil ancestor-twin pours it out the window::

He's the monster, then Clara's the monster; we expect a young Clara, we get a young Pink; and when we expect a young Clara a second time, it's a young Doctor! So well done.

This certainly casts the Clue movie in a new light. I'll get started on my Yvette fanfiction tout de suite.

"The Eleventh Hour" used the corner-of-your-eye thing, too, with that entire room that little Amelia Pond (and, later, kissogram Amy Pond, fake-calling for backup) had never noticed in her own house.

::lays a protective hand over his glass of claret::

And when she's soothing him she taps his forehead four times :)