to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
Mum is catching me up on Downton Abbey. I’ve decided I want a series of Doctor Who with Daisy and the Dowager Countess as the Doctor’s companions.
Doctor: Daleks! Run!
Dowager Countess: I beg your pardon.
Daisy: Perhaps we should listen to ‘im, ma’am. They do seem frightful.
Dowager Countess: Nonsense. A gentlewoman never runs, Daisy. I’m sure all they need is a stern talking-to.
Doctor: They’re murderous aliens!
Dowager Countess: Hmph. I shan’t be driven to indecency, even by foreigners. You there, desist this at once.
Daisy: Oh, I don’t think you should do that. It’ll never sit well with her ladyship.
Doctor: You can’t defeat genocidal monsters with classist aristocratic morals!
Dowager Countess: Well, not with that cast of mind, certainly.