Mickey: Who is he? Where’s the Doctor?
Rose: That’s him. Right in front of you. That’s the Doctor.
Jackie: What’dya mean that’s The Doctor? Doctor who?
Rose: I must drive you mad. I’m surprised you don’t give up on me.
Mickey: Oh that’s the thing, isn’t it? You can rely on me. I don’t go changing my face.
Mickey: I can’t even go shopping with you, we get attacked by a brass band.
Mickey: Tea. We’re having a picnic while the world comes to an end. It’s very British.