Wilfred Mott:
[
looking at the night sky] ... one day; 100 years time we'll be striding out amongst the stars. Dueling about with all them aliens. Just you wait.
Donna Noble:
[
smiling] You really believe in all that stuff, don't you?
Wilfred Mott:
[
chuckles] All over the place these days. If I wait here long enough...
Donna Noble:
I don't suppose you've seen a little blue box?
Wilfred Mott:
Is that slang for something?
Donna Noble:
[
laughs] No. I mean it. If you ever see a little blue box fly up there in the sky, you shout for me Gramps. Oh you just shout.
Donna Noble:
I'm waving at fat.
The Doctor:
The last time, with Martha, it got complicated. And that was all my fault. I just want a mate.
Donna Noble:
You just want to mate?
The Doctor:
I just want *a* mate!
Donna Noble:
You're not matin' with me Sunshine!
The Doctor:
A mate! I want *a* mate!
Donna Noble:
Well, just as well, because I'm not having any of that nonsense! I mean, you're just a long streak of nothing, y'know, alien nothing!
Donna Noble:
[
after the Doctor pulls her in] I was right, it's always like for you!
The Doctor:
Oh yes! And off we go!
[
both smiling, run out of the room]
Penny Carter:
[
struggling in the chair] Oi!
The Doctor:
[
poking his head in the doorway] Sorry.
[
uses his screwdriver to break her ropes; disappears from sight as she tries to get them off]
The Doctor:
[
pokes his head in again] Oh, and do yourself a favor; get out.
Sylvia Noble:
[
Donna just walked in; from the other room] And what time's this?
Donna Noble:
[
rolls her eyes] How old am I?
Sylvia Noble:
[
pokes her head around the corner] Not old enough to use a phone.
Sylvia Noble:
It's my turn for the car. What d'you need it for?
Donna Noble:
A quick getaway.
Miss Foster:
[
with Penny tied to a chair] You know I'm surprised you never asked about my name; I chose it well.
[
leans forward]
Miss Foster:
Foster... as in Foster Mother. And these
[
reaches into a drawer and takes out a baby alien; setting it on her desk]
Miss Foster:
are my children.
Penny Carter:
[
disturbed; and a bit frightened] Your kidding me. What the hell is that?
Miss Foster:
An Adipose. It's called an Adipose.
[
smiling proudly]
Miss Foster:
Made out of living fat.
[
meeting on the stairs; both hug each other]
Donna Noble:
[
high-pitched voice] Oh my God! I don't believe it!
[
looks him over]
Donna Noble:
Oh, you got the same suit!
[
as her voice returns to normal]
Donna Noble:
Don't you ever change?
The Doctor:
Yeah, thanks Donna; not right now.
[
look beneath them to see Miss foster & her gunmen running up the stairway]
The Doctor:
[
to Donna] Just like old times.
[
both take off up the stairs]
Donna Noble:
[
watching the Adipose getting beamed on to the nursery ship] What are you going to do then? Blow them up?
The Doctor:
They're just children; they can't help where they came from.
Donna Noble:
Oh, well that makes a change from last time. That Martha must've done you good.
The Doctor:
She did, yeah. She did...
[
sniffs]
The Doctor:
She fancied me.
Donna Noble:
Mad Martha, that one. Blind Martha. Charity Martha.
[
last lines] [sees the Tardis fly by]
Wilfred Mott:
Th-
[
shouts]
Wilfred Mott:
Donna, it's the flying blue box!
[
looks up again; then looks through his telescope to see Donna waving at him]
Wilfred Mott:
Wha- That's,
[
looks though the telescope again]
Wilfred Mott:
that's Donna!
Wilfred Mott:
[
sees the Doctor wave also] And that's him. That's him!
[
cheers]
Wilfred Mott:
That's him!
[
throws his hat in the air; laughs and cheers]
Wilfred Mott:
Go on girl! Go on, get out there!
[
whistles; laughing as he dances around]
Penny Carter:
I've been through the records, Foster, and all of your results have been faked - there's something about those pills you're not telling us!
Miss Foster:
Oh I think I'll be conducting this interview, Penny.
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