Flashes of pink and blue. A sequined black dress. "Do you dance?"
Chips on newspaper, bodies on a scooter. "I said NOT blue!"
Reapers, Bad Wolf, the enemy that will not die. "Forever."
Christmas in borrowed pajamas. Blue beans on a steel tray. "Are you deducting?"
Rude and not ginger, fingers are not to be stuck in others' marmalade. "They keep trying to split us up..."
Run with the torch, save the Earth. "Quite right, too."
Torchwood and the ghosts it created, a blue shirt, a streak of yellow. "Rose. Her name was Rose."