I had to say yes, and then I was stuck with a woman who thinks the height of excitement is a new flavour Pringle! Oh, I had to sit there and listen to all that yap yap YAP! "Oh, Brad and Angelina!, is Posh pregnant?, X Factor, Atkins diet, feng shui, split ends, text me, text me, text me!" Dear God, the never-ending fountain of fat, stupid trivia! I deserve a medal. Lance: Well, I couldn't risk you running off. The Doctor: What are you on about, dinosaurs? Donna: That film, Under the Earth. The Doctor: Really? Seriously, what for? Donna: Dinosaurs? The Doctor: What? Donna: Dinosaurs. How far down does it go? The Empress: Down, and down. Donna: Is that what you said to her? Your friend? The one you lost? Did she trust you? The Doctor: Yes, she did. and that goes double for your mother!ĭonna: I'm in my wedding dress! The Doctor: Yes, and you look lovely! Come on!ĭonna: I can't do it! The Doctor: Trust me. hurry up! Taxi Driver: That'll cost you, sweetheart. It's an emergency, I'm getting married, just. Donna: Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. Driver and Passenger: You're fooling no one, mate! Donna: They think I'm in drag! Taxi Driver: Stay off the scotch, darlin'! Donna: They think I'm drunk. Donna: Taxi! Oi! The Doctor: Do you have this effect on everyone? Why aren't they stopping? Donna: They think I'm in a fancy dress. This man you're marrying, what's his name? Donna: Lance. It doesn't have pockets! Who has pockets, have you ever seen a bride with pockets?! When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is "Give me POCKETS!" The Doctor. Donna: How do I do that? The Doctor: Haven't you got a mobile? Donna: I'm in my wedding dress. The Doctor: You can phone them, tell them where you are. Donna: Well, you can hurry up and lose me! How do you mean, lost?ĭonna: Ten past three. Donna: Gone where?! The Doctor: I lost her. Donna: Where is she, then?! Popped out for a space walk?! The Doctor: She's gone. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?! The Doctor: That's my friend's. Maybe a genetic- What was that for? Donna: GET ME TO THE CHURCH! The Doctor: Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding? Donna: Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System! I knew it! acting all innocent. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. This this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the Tardis and transport itself inside. The Doctor: I don't understand that and I understand everything. Donna: It's freezing with these doors open. Donna: You're an alien? The Doctor: Yeah. Is that optional? The Doctor: Well, it is for me. Donna: How am I breathing? The Doctor: The TARDIS is protecting us. I don't know, you drugged me or something! The Doctor: I haven't done anything! Donna: I'm having the police on you! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you! The Doctor: No, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Don't! You're in space. Why do you think, dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this! I was just seconds away, and then you. What are you dressed like that for? Donna: I'm going ten pin bowling. This has got Nerys written all over it! The Doctor: Who the hell is Nerys? Donna: Your best friend! The Doctor: Hold on, wait a minute. Donna: That's not even a proper word! You're just saying things! The Doctor: How did you get in here? Donna: Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me! Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. We're in flight! That is- that is physically impossible! How did-? Donna: Tell me where I am! I demand you tell me right now, where am I?! The Doctor: Inside the TARDIS Donna: The what? The Doctor: The TARDIS! Donna: The what? The Doctor: The TARDIS! Donna: The what?! The Doctor: It's called the TARDIS. (25 December 2006) The Doctor: You can't do that! I wasn't. (1 July 2006) The Doctor: What? What?! Donna: Who're you? The Doctor: But.! Donna: Where am I? The Doctor: What?! Donna: What the hell is this place?! The Doctor: What?! The Runaway Bride
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