“Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat. ”

“Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live...when they find a cave they like, the wriggle around inside it for a while to be sure that...well, to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory...by spitting.”

“I felt somewhat like a fire hydrant – with everyone marking their territory around me.”

“Okay, guys. Stop it. Are you going to start peeing on me to mark your territory?”

“I half expected you to whip out your dick and pee on me as you snarled at him and marked your territory.”

“For me, once I've made a cup of tea I belong somehow. It's like I'm marking out my territory, and anyone attempting to come and make a cup of tea on my patch will be dealt with most severely, more likely than not with a counter attack into their territory and the seizure of their milk cartons and shortbread biscuits.”