BELINDA: But really. Cos my parents are back home, and if this is Friday, then they go to this bar with their mates, and my dad sings and everyone laughs and then the whole room ends up singing. Is that still happening, Doctor? Are they safe?

DOCTOR: I hope so.

BELINDA: You hope?

DOCTOR: Come here. I will meet your mum and dad, and I will make your dad laugh, and your mum can whistle at my behind. And I will sing. I will do the singing. That is a promise.

BELINDA: But you can't promise.

DOCTOR: Look at me. I can. I will. I do.