“This is a TARDIS, not a cargo ship!” the Doctor grumbled.
Donna crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “So what? Are you sayin’ you just want to leave these poor people stranded?”
“Of course not, but do they have to bring all this stuff with them?”
“They’re colonists! You should know what that means better than I do. How d’you expect them to survive when we get them where they’re going?”
“But there’s so much!”
“It’s not like you don’t have enough room; your spaceship’s bigger on the inside!”
“And the animals…”
“You’ll figure something out.”