Rose and The Doctor in “World War Three”

My mother's cooking.

Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer!

She's cooking tea. For us.

I don't do that.

She wants to get to know you.

Tough. I've got better things to do.

It's just tea.

Not to me, it isn't.

She's my mother!

Well, she's not mine!

That's not fair!

Well, you can stay there if you want. But right now, there's this plasma storm brewing in the Horsehead Nebula. Fires are burning ten million miles wide. I could fly the TARDIS right into the heart of it, then ride the shock wave all the way out, hurtle right across the sky and end up... anywhere. Your choice.