Fear Her

ROSE: You know what? They keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will.

DOCTOR: Never say never ever.

ROSE: Nah, we'll always be okay, you and me. Don't you reckon, Doctor?

DOCTOR: There's something in the air. Something coming.

ROSE: What?

DOCTOR: A storm's approaching.

(The TARDIS materialises in the TARDIS-sized gap between a pair of cargo containers. For once, she gets the door on the wrong side. The Doctor can't get out.)

DOCTOR: Ah.

(He turns her ninety degrees while a train whizzes along the track between the open ground and the housing estate.)

DOCTOR: Ah!

TOM'S DAD: What's your game?

DOCTOR: My er. Snakes and Ladders? Quite good at squash. Reasonable. I'm being facetious, aren't I. There's no call for it.

KEL: Whoa, wait, wait, wait. You just removed a council axe from a council van. Put it back. No, don't, wait. Put the axe back in the van. That's my van. Give me the axe. No! Wait! No!

(Rose starts digging up the pothole.)

KEL: No! You, stop! You just took a council axe from a council van and now you're digging up a council road! I'm reporting you to the council!

(Rose finds the tiny spaceship.)

ROSE: It went for the hottest thing in the street. Your tar.

KEL: What is it?

ROSE: It's a spaceship. Not a council spaceship, I'm afraid.