"Ever heard of the Daleks? Remember them?" Rose asked, staring nervously at the sharp tool in front of her, "They had a name for our friend. They had myths about him, and a name. They called him the . . ." Rose was distracted by a loud bang and someone singing drunkenly.
"I could've danced all night, I could've danced all night . . ."
"They called him the . . ." Rose tried to continue, "They called him the . . . the . . . ."
The Doctor floated dreamily into the room, dancing with an imaginary partner. He wore sunglasses and a tie around his forehead, and he held a glass of wine. "And still have begged for moooore . . ." He spun around in the air. "I could've spread my wings and done a thou- Have you met the French? My . . . goodness, they know how to party." He floated around on his back aimlessly.
"Oh, look what the cat dragged in. The Oncoming Storm," Rose said sarcastically.
"Oh, you sound just like your mother," the Doctor said distastefully.
"What've you been doing? Where've you been?!" Rose asked.
"Well . . . . Among other things, I think I just invented the banana daiquiri a few centuries early." He floated toward Rose and looked at her upside down. "Do you know, they've never even seen a banana before!" His face stayed in front of her, but his feet rose up and over. "Always take a banana to a party, Rose. Bananas are good." He floated over her, somehow keeping the glass from spilling.
He finally seemed to notice the clockwork robots and floated around them. "Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, brilliant! It's you! You're my favourite, you are, you are the best! Do you know why? 'Cause you're so thick! You're Mister Thick Thick Thickity Thick Face from Thicktown, Thickania. And so's your dad." He floated away, but turned back. "Do you know what they were scanning Reinette's brain for?" He sniggered. "Her milometer. They wanna know how old she is. Know why? 'Cause this ship is thirty-seven years old. And they think that when Reinette is thirty-seven, when she's "complete", then her brain will be compatible. So, that's what you're missing, isn't it?" He floated in the robot's faces. "Hmm? Command circuit. Your computer. Your ship needs a brain. And for some reason, only the brain of Madame de Pompadour will do."
"The brain is compatible," the droid by Rose said.
"Compatible?" the Doctor questioned, floating toward the droid, "If you believe that, you probably believe this is a glass of wine." He pulled the robot's mask off and poured the liquid into its clockwork head.
The droid clicked and whirred. The Doctor replaced its mask and patted it on the head. It wound down and Rose let her head fall back with relief.
"Multigrain anti-oil. If it moves, it doesn't," the Doctor said, suddenly sober - relatively speaking.
Another robot advanced. The Doctor flew to a console and flipped a switch, deactivating the droid.
"Right, you two, that's enough lying about," he said, flying past Rose and Mickey and undoing their clasps with the sonic screwdriver.
They slid to the floor.
"Time we got the rest of the ship turned off," he continued.
"Are those things safe?" Mickey asked.
The Doctor lowered himself to the ground, pulling his tie down and pushing the sunglasses up. "Yep. Safe. Safe and thick. Way I like them."