“Where to now?” The Doctor grins maniacally, bouncing on his heels as he waits for Donna to make up her mind. “All of time and space to choose from,” he reminds her. “Anywhere at all!”
“Alright, I heard ya the first time! Let a girl think for a mo, Spaceman!” He’s always so impatient; sometimes she wishes he’d just stand still for once. “Ooh, I know! Let’s go see Elvis! Gramps is a big fan, I could get him a souvenir, maybe an autograph or something!”
“Elvis? Well, alright. Before he leaves earth or after?”
For once, Donna is speechless.