Donna: Who are you?!
Doctor: Ah ha, it worked!
Donna: Where am I?!
Doctor: Donna Noble, welcome back home.
Donna: What the hell is this place?!
Doctor: Oi, I forgot how loud you could yell.
Donna: Oi! Don’t you go oi-ing me. Standing there, like some smug know-it-all idiot, when it looks like you played dress-up in your granddad’s clothes. An interesting choice for a bridenapper - a bow tie. Especially one who’s - what are you, seventeen? This a new reality show? Britain’s Next Top Kidnapper? Well, I’m not interested, thank you. So, you can wipe that ridiculous smirk off your face and turn the TARDIS around right now, Spacema - oh my god, oh my god. The TARDIS. I’m inside the TARDIS. Oh my god. And that must mean…you…
Doctor: Who else? Like the new look? Bear in mind, that I happen to think you look lovely. All ginger and…radiant, just as a bride should be. Or wait, is it pregnant women who they say look radiant? Whomever “they” are. Anyway, like I said, welcome back Don - ooow, why are you slapping me?!
Donna: QUIT YAPPING AND FIX MY BRAIN!