Grandiose [Ninth Doctor, Rose]
"You remember that lecture about size being relative?"

The Doctor glanced across at Rose as they trimmed the sails.

"When I asked you to prove it, I didn't mean that we should head to the first planet where we'd being scooped up as novelty toys to compete in a yacht race on a pond so big I can't see the other side." Rose winced as their craft nearly collided with a boat manned by creatures with more arms than an octopus.

"Fortunately, they'll lose interest in us when the race is over. On Myphous Prime, they toast the winners, literally."