What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad. Chips are on me. We've only got five billion years 'til the shops close. — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
That was five billion years ago. So she's dead now. Five billion years later, my mom's dead. — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad. Chips are on me. We've only got five billion years 'til the shops close. — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought it'd be all grim and stormy. It's just another day. — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
Sorry, I was a bit slow. See you then, Doctor. It wasn't your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn't your fault. You know what?… — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
Great! Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper. They're just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at them,… — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
That was five billion years ago. So she's dead now. Five billion years later, my mom's dead. — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
Two things. One, I have a friend that uses this all the time. And two, you just handed me a piece of paper telling… — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
All right then. I'll go to the police. I'll tell everyone. And you said if I did that I'd get people killed, so. You're… — Rose Tyler Copy Share Image
