"So … what exactly did you call that Sycorax leader?"
"You heard me. I called him a clallach-peldassacrissalvac."
"Exactly. What is that?"
"It is what it is. It's a clallach-peldassacrissalvac."
"Yeah … but … I don't know what that is."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Well, the TARDIS is s'posed to translate stuff for me in my head, yeah?"
"Yeah ..."
"So how come it's not translating that word?"
"What?"
"It's not translating it. It's not English?"
"Oh dear ..."
"What? What's wrong?"
"She's getting old, y'know … the TARDIS, I mean, she's not getting any younger … and … well ..."
"Is it not working properly or something?"
"Oh no, she's working fine --"
"What's the problem then?"
"Well … you know how older people sometimes don't like hearing certain words? Certain … rude words ..."
"Yeah, my nan's like that. She can't bear to hear the 'w' put into 'anchor'."
"Well, precisely. I think that's what the TARDIS is doing. She's censoring the swearwords."
"What?"
"She won't let me translate it into English because she doesn't like the word."
"Can't you get around it?"
"I could write it down … you got a pen?"
"Yeah, here you go, go on then ..."
"There."
The TARDIS hummed in objection and bleeped. Rose giggled and grinned at the Doctor.
"No wonder she won't translate it for you."