Doctor: We’ve got to get passed him.
Rose: Are the words “distract the guard,” heading in my general direction?
Jack: I don’t think that’d be such a good idea.
Rose: Don’t worry, I can handle it.
Jack: I’ve gotten to know Algy quite well since I’ve been in town. Trust me, you’re not his type. I’ll distract him. Don’t wait up.
Doctor: Relax. He’s a 51st century guy, he’s just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.
Rose: How flexible?
Doctor: Well, by his time you lot have spread out across half the galaxy.
Doctor: So many species, so little time!
Rose: What, that’s what we do when we get out there? That’s our mission? We seek new life and— and—