LUCIE: All right, I'll say it, This is officially not what I expected my first alien world to be like. I thought there'd be less bodies in the street for a start.

THE DOCTOR: Fewer bodies, not less.

LUCIE: Whatever. Red Rocket Rising. Funny name for a planet.

THE DOCTOR: I've heard funnier.

LUCIE: Go on then. Make us laugh.

LUCIE: Oi! Now, don't get all cobby again. I won't have you shouting at me, you hear me? I don't stand for that. I like to be treated with respect. You get me?

LUCIE: Aren't you going to answer it?

CARDWELL: I can't. I just can't. I'm not ready. What if they say there's no hope, still no hope?

DOCTOR: What if they say there is?

LUCIE: Look, I never asked for this to happen either, right? None of this is my fault but you seem to think it is, so fine. You can just get stuffed and ... j-just ... get out of my face, Mister, or Doctor, or whatever you think you are in your poncy clothes and your stupid haircut. Bye, Doctor. Nice not knowing you.

LUCIE: Now, that's what I call a spaceship. Proper saucer shape and everything. Like, all those loony abduction victims on Earth - they were telling the truth all along.

DOCTOR: You don't belong, Lucie Miller. You don't belong, it's as simple as that.

LUCIE: Fine. Whatever.

DOCTOR: Yeah, whatever. Whatever that's supposed to mean. It's nothing to do with me what dirty work the Time Lords are mixed up in, it's between you and them.