"Why do you always get yourself into these sorts of situations?"
"How the bloody hell was I supposed to know he was a psycho Merlin wannabe?!"
"How many times do I have to tell you, there is no such thing as magic-"
"Then what was that back there?! Or are you blind as well as daft?!"
"I don't know, I don't know what that was, I'm familiar with Carrionite poetry practices, but there is no way that some force just- just- scooped the dark lord Voldemort out of the Harry Potter series and made him a real person- oh no no no, left! Leftleftleft!"
"Yahgk-"
"Donna, get back here-!"
"That isn't helping!"
"Um. Oops. Uh, Donna? I think your betrothed is here."
"He's not my betrothed!"
"My dear, sweet Donna- you say such hurtful things. Have you forgotten all the good times we had already? All those wonderful days we spent together? Even now, you treasure the ring I gave you on that boat..."
"That was before you lost your nose you great big-"
"Donna, duck!"
"AhhhHHHHRAAAAAAAGH-"
"What are you waiting for? Run!"
"This has got to be the most surreal day of my-"
"The ring! You're still wearing the ring?"
"What- the ring? I- yes, I didn't- it's a lovely ring! But what's that got to do with anything?!"
"Oh I'm an idiot or maybe you are or maybe we both are- no, stop, think! Give me that, Donna- come on, move faster-"
"You're one to talk, you're not wearing heels!"
"Oh for the love of- give it here. Aha ha ha, come on, think- maybe here? Ooh, that's brilliant!"
"It- what are you doing to it? Hey! My ring!"
"Yep! Turns out it was a relay station- your sweetheart Voldie back there is actually an auton, plastic man. Made of plastic. Has a bad habit of making its bodies in the form of people who actually exist, and on occasion it can get mixed up between historical literature and fictional accounts-"
"My ring!"
"Oh quiet Donna it's the thing projecting the signal back to your fiancee. Or are you having second thoughts about your second thoughts? If your cold feet have warmed up, you can always go back and complete the ceremony-"
"You blew up the ceremony!"
"Did I? Oh. I'm- sorry?"
"For God's sakes just destroy it already, but you're taking me to a spa after this in apology! Somewhere nice and relaxing and I don't have to deal with- with- any of your bloody ruckus!"
"I will, I will, I promise. Just a- there. Got it."
"Ah?!"
"Now, spas? I have a great one in mind, this wonderful place-"
"They melted?"
"Didn't you hear me? Plastic men. Made of plastic. Cut off the signal and they go back to constituent parts. Now, there's this planet- I've heard of it, but never been there before. Supposedly, it's a pleasure dome- doesn't that sound remarkable? An entire planet with no indigenous life, and all anyone goes there for is to relax. Extonic sunlight, which means that it's unlivable except within the shielded glass of the dome, and everything's made of diamonds! How's that sound, Donna? A planet made of diamonds in apology for breaking your diamond engagement ring."
"...fine. But you're buying me the premium package, you hear me?"
"I thought so."