'Oh , I love my glasses..' the Doctor peered down in despair at his glasses, held in his hand, pouting.
'Well, you're the one who showed them to that hairy faced alien out there today who hadn't seen glasses before, Doctor.. so it really was your fault they are broken aren't they?' Donna asked him.
'Well, yeah.. but I didn't know that he was going to snap them in half! What am I going to do?' The Doctor wailed.
'Surely that screwdriver of yours has a setting to fix broken glasses?' Donna asked. He nodded, now frowning.
'Yes, it does, but my screwdriver is out of order '
'Do I want to know why?' Donna asked him suspiciously .
'Wellll.. I may have also shown him the screwdriver, lets just say, its now charred.. but my glasses ! Oh I know! I must have some here somewhere', he started to fling through his pockets of his trench ending with a triumphant 'Ha!'
'But that's an ordinary roll of duct tape' Donna said in a way that was obvious .
'Yes, I know that' he answered. 'You can fix anything with duct tape!' he grinned. 'Lets see if it works!'
A few moments later , Donna broke out in a wide grin.
'So it worked then? I didn't know it would be possible..'
'What!' he accused.
'You look even more like a geek with those glasses taped up!' , she told him, as he stood before her, his glasses taped up around the nose piece, grinning away.