Gwyneth: I bet you've got dozens of servants.

Rose Tyler: No, no servants where I'm from.

Gwyneth: And you've come such a long way.

Rose Tyler: What makes you think so?

Gwyneth: You're from London. I've seen London in drawings, but never like that, all those people rushing about. Half-naked, for shame. And the noise... and the metal boxes racing past... and the birds in the sky! No, no, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you. You've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness. The big bad wolf.