Pluto's not a planet any more - The Doctor and Rose
"Pluto's not a planet any more," She says, leaning over yesterday's newspaper with both her hands wrapped around a mug of tea, sitting at her mum's kitchen table.
"Of course it's a planet. It orbits the sun, it's bigger than you, it's bigger than me. It's bigger than you standing on top of me. What more proof do they need?"
"But it's not any more," Rose says, poking the newspaper lying on the kitchen table. "It's a 'dwarf planet'. Although they don't actually say what that means. And no, I don't need you to explain it to me."
He shrugs, mostly to himself, as if to say your loss, and wonders if Jackie would kill him for eating the entire jar of marmalade. If she even has marmalade. He remembers seeing honey but...
"Hang on." He jumps slightly and looks up at Rose. "If you know exactly when the Earth dies, and all that stuff about Queen Victoria and... and...all those other Earth things - if you can quote The Lion King without realising it, then you should know about this!"
The Doctor shrugs again. "It sounds a bit familiar. Pluto being called a dwarf planet. I wonder if they know. They won't be happy." They, Rose assumes, are whoever currently inhabit Pluto.
"They wouldn't... do anything, would they?"
"Depends what you mean by doing anything," he replies, leaning back in the chair. "Nothing dangerous. They might send a few messages I wouldn't want to translate. I mean, how would you feel if some planet you had no contact with suddenly decided you were living on a glorified asteroid? Then again, they're very good at firework displays. I can remember when I-" The sound of a cupboard door slamming shut, and then glass sliding over wood cuts off his words. He looks down a sees the orange jar in front of him.
"I'll let you finish the entire jar if you let me finish my tea in peace."
To explain the firework display, if you can imagine a very rude message to the humans in the sky? Yeah.