(Doctor is pretending to be drunk as a distraction...)
Doctor: Have you met the French? My God, they know how to party!
Rose Tyler: Oh, look at what the cat dragged in. The Oncoming Storm.
Doctor: You sound just like your mother.
Rose Tyler: What have you been doing? Where have you been?
Doctor: Well, among other things, I think I just invented the banana daiquiri a couple of centuries early. Do you know, they'd never even seen a banana before? Always take a banana to a party, Rose. Bananas are good.
Reinette: Oh, Doctor. So lonely. So very, very alone.
Doctor: What do you mean, alone? You've never been alone in your life. When did you start calling me Doctor?
Reinette: Such a lonely little boy. Lonely then and lonelier now. How can you bear it?
Doctor: How did you do that?
Reinette: A door once opened may be stepped through in either direction. Oh, Doctor. My lonely Doctor. Doctor. Doctor who? It's more than just a secret, isn't it?
Rose Tyler: Queen Victoria's a werewolf?
Doctor: Could be. And her children had the Royal Disease. Maybe she gave them a quick nip.
Rose Tyler: So the Royal Family are werewolves?
Doctor: Well, maybe not yet. I mean, a single wolf cell could take 100 years to mature. Might be ready by, oh, early 21st century.
Rose Tyler: No, that's just ridiculous. Mind you, Princess Anne.
Doctor: I'll say no more.
Rose Tyler: And if you think about it, they're very private. They plan everything in advance. They could schedule themselves around the moon. We'd never know. And they like hunting. They love blood sports. Oh, my God! They're werewolves!