“I’m the Doctor. The original, you might say.”

(gasps) “I can’t feel my fingers!” (stands quickly only to fall back down from lack of balance) “And my legs are backwards!... (realizes) I'm an equine?... (determined curiousity) How?...

(after watching a door open, creaking loudly) “Nothing more stress inducing than a door with a poor hinge job…” (chuckles) “Needs to be oiled.”

(calming fluttershy down) “Sssh!”  (wait a couple of seconds) (say in a serious but comforting voice) “I’m right here. You have nothing to worry about. Okay?”  

“I’ll protect you. I promise.”

 (reasuring) “It’s not that bad. You’ll probably have a date too some day.” 

(continues) “Yeah. After all, don’t take this the wrong way, but you are pretty attractive for a pony your age.” (cough, then mutter) “And slightly adorable.”