Wilfred: Can I help you, son?
Doctor: Yes, hi. ‘Ello, there. I’m Jo - uh, Jackson Lake.
Wilfred: Oh, sorry, Mr. Lake. My family and I aren’t interesting in buying anything.
Doctor: No, I’m not here to -
Wilfred: Oh no, I see what this is about. Heard about my family’s lottery win, eh? I suppose you’re one of them drug addicts then, hoping we’ll help fund you. Well, here’s some helpful advice - stay off that snorting, smoking, injecting - whatever the latest thing is these days. Living in a fantasy, dream world won’t help you in the long run, you can trust me on that. Though I’ve never seen one of you in such fancy dress before…
Doctor: Actually, I’m just wondering how your family’s doing. I’m conducting a…survey. Psychological. For school. See *flashes psychic paper* certified university student.
Wilfred: We’re fine, thanks. Jus’ me and my daughter in here.
Doctor: Oh. And grandkids, what about grandkids? A granddaughter, perhaps?
Wilfred: Yeah, I’ve got one of those. Why, you’re not also hoping for a date are you? No offense, chap, but you don’t really look like my Donna’s type - too young.
Doctor: Right, of course, yes. Not the hair nor the bow tie; It’s my age that would turn off Donna Noble.
Wilfred: Besides, she’s married. Happily. Got a daughter of her own, too.
Doctor: A daughter? Wonderful! I’m sure she’s a great mum! Sounds like a lucky little family. Well, thank you for your time, Wilfred Mott. Maybe I’ll see you again…when I have, erm, another survey assignment.
Wilfred: Right, bye. Have a nice — wait! How’d ya know my name?! And Donna’s last?
Doctor: Ah. Yes. That. I’m quite smart, me. Working on my PhD in medicine. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll even be your doctor.