“A desert?” Donna stared out the TARDIS door, aghast. “You brought me to a freakin’ desert?”
The Doctor blinked at her in consternation. “But I thought that was where you wanted to go!”
“Why would I want to be stuck in the middle of the bloody Sahara?”
“How should I know? When I asked, you said you wanted to go somewhere sunny, sandy, and hot! This is all of that.”
“I meant a resort with a beach! Somewhere beside the sea where I could relax, get a tan, maybe a massage!”
“Well, you should have said that,” the Doctor huffed.