“Why would anyone name a film sex in a city,” the Doctor commented. “Does that sort give the story away?” he commented. People gave him a wild strange look. “Hulk, nifty, oooh Iron-Man, bad, bad makes me think of Cyberman. Though, it makes me wonder,” he stopped looking at the poster. He was caught up studying it. “Why couldn’t they like choose a different suit…like Batman’s or Ironman guy from Fantastic Five, no, that’s suppose to be Fantastic Four, and as my old self would say, Fantastic, and he would say you’re a fantastic to Rose,” he gave her a nice long dark compassion look. He smiled a love you with his eyes and a squeeze from him.
He of course, had the cash to pay for the film. “People never get tired complaining about waiting in lines knowing your going to spend the rest of your life waiting line. But, when you know the Doctor, there is no such waiting,” he tugged on Rose’s hand and walked her through. People tried to stop him but he held his papers up to show it was ok.
He whispered to her, “A little cheating doesn’t hurt to give my date the best class service.” He got her inside without to much hassle.
"Now, Misses Jones, now the story begins to get seats," he smiled to her.