Emily: [on the phone] Hello, Rory, it's your grandmother.
Rory: Grandma, we were just talking about you. How are you? How's Helsinki?
Emily: Cold, unaccommodating, a population of walking dead.
Rory: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Emily: The cab driver from the airport was a thief. And the cuisine isn't fit for a stray cat. Kippers and cabbage rolls. And the weather... it snowed and apparently they can't fly under those conditions. Can't or won't, it's hard to say. I defy you to read a Finn.
Rory: Yeah, they can be pretty stoic in those northern climes.