... Who are you? Pond, Alistair... I don't want a name, I want to know who you are, and how you know me. And how you know about Donna. [The Doctor feels uncomfortable, because River did the same thing and died infront of him. No one should know more about him than he knows about himself]
Leadworth? Do I look like a Taxi service? I don't just pick up passer-bys who know my name. And incase you haven't noticed, I don't have anyone with me.
And to find the TARDIS... There are men who have spent their whole lives waiting for me, and only one who simply 'found' the TARDIS when he wanted. So we're not going anywhere until I get answers.