"It's freezing!"
"Stop your complain' and come on!"
"Are you sure I have to go barefoot? What's the worse that'll happen if I am caught?"
"Oh I don't know perhaps execution, but if that's acceptable go ahead and fetch your shoes, now go on."
"I am telling you Doctor if I die of pneumonia or something my mother with pound you till your nothing but a pile of seeds!"
"Seeds? Seeds?"
"What? I thought seeds was more fitting than a pile dirt because of your regeneration and all."
"Aw clever. Now seriously shoes are no?"
"Is this really a tradition to march in the snow barefoot twenty two times?"
"Would I lie to you Rose? Don't answer that! Actually its twenty three, but the last one is backwards."
"Fine Doctor barefoot, because all I ever wanted was popsicle toes!"