Bit of a get around is our Doctor.
He is good though.
The Unicorn and the Wasp
The Doctor: Ginger beer!
Davenport: I beg your pardon?
The Doctor: I need ginger beer!
Mrs. Hart: The gentleman’s gone mad!
(The Doctor grabs a bottle of ginger beer, drinks some and pours the rest over his head and shoulders.)
Agatha: I’m an expert in poisons, Doctor. It’s fatal! There’s no cure!
The Doctor: (spits out drink and grips table) Not for me! I can stimulate the inhibited enzymes into reversal. Protein! I need protein!
(breathes rapidly as Donna and Agatha search the shelves)
Donna: Walnuts! (brings him a jar)
The Doctor: Brilliant! (pours them into his mouth and tries to talk)
Donna: I can’t understand you (He flaps a hand at her.)How many words?(He holds up one finger)One. One word.(He makes a “shaking” motion with his hand) Shake? Milk? Shake? Milk? Milk! No, not milk. Shake, shake, shake, cocktail shaker! What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?
The Doctor: (swallows) Harvey Wallbanger?!
Donna: Well, I don’t know!
The Doctor: How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?
Agatha: What do you need, Doctor?
The Doctor: (repeating his miming) Salt! I was miming salt! Salt! I need something salty!
Donna: (shows him a brown bag) What about this?
The Doctor: What is it?
Donna: It’s salt.
The Doctor: That’s too salty!
Donna: (exasperated) Oh, that’s too salty.
Agatha: What about this? (She holds out a jar. He looks at it, goes “mm”, opens it and downs the contents.)
Donna: What’s that?
(The Doctor gestures again, hands up, palms out, with an exaggerated “surprised” expression.)
Donna: What is it? What else? It’s a song! Mammy! I don’t know, Camptown Races?
The Doctor: (swallowing again) Camptown Races?!
Donna: Well, all right then, Towering Inferno!
The Doctor: It’s a shock! Look! Shock! I need a shock!
Donna: All right, then, big shock coming up. (She grabs him and snogs him hard. Finally she lets him go. He exhales a black smoke.)
with a watergun