"Uhh, Doctor?"
"Yes, Rory?"
"Do you remember that one time the TARDIS called me sexy?"
"Well, Rory, that's a great question! Wait, no, that's a horrible question! Regardless, I'll do a random tangent to distract you, and then I'll say an important life lesson, so, here goes. Well, first, I called her sexy, then she called you sexy, you think Amy's sexy, and she thinks I'm sexy. So, you see, in a way, yes, I suppose the TARDIS did call you sexy."
"Um, hold up, wait. Did you just say Amy thinks you're-"
"BUT, the point is, Rory, that we all have people we think are sexy, but they don't wanna sexy us back. The problem with choosing a partner for the rest of your life is that they also have to choose you."
"That's good and all, but the TARDIS keeps changing mine and Amy's bed into bunk beds of all things. So, if you could ask it to stop, I'd be delighted.
"No can do, Rory! Also, it's she, not it. Besides, that's not even the TARDIS. I just thought bunk beds are cool. Still, if you're not going to indulge yourself in the practice of bunk bedding, then I suppose I have to stop changing your singular bed into multiple bunk beds, contradictory to my original statement."
"Thank you, Doctor."
"Or, I suppose, I could cover your entire room with so many bunk beds, you won't be able resist its charming effects on your sleepy psyche. And stop mumbling! It's bad for your, er, something! Probably the kidneys. They're always the first to abandon you."
"For god's sake, Doctor!"