Right. That's all I ever need:
TARDIS lands in an alley opposite the Universe Club. THE DOCTOR (David Tennant, I rather think) steps out, followed by, oh, let's make it DONNA NOBLE]
DOCTOR: London, but what era?
A scream is heard]
DONNA: Oi, Alien boy, that's our cue.
[GEORGE ELIOT runs past, calling over her shoulder]: Sir, your bloodthirst is as endless as your sentences!
DONNA:: That was George Eliot, yeah? Silas Marner, Mill on the Floss?
HENRY JAMES follows in hot pursuit, calling out: Come, Mary Ann; Yield to me! Let us mingle our inkwells!
DONNA: Yeah, that's a terrible chat-up line.
ANTHONY TROLLOPE runs past, arms with stake and hammer; sees Doctor and Donna.
TROLLOPE: You! Young Man! Aid me, against this word-spewing fiend, lest he revise the novels he wrote in life yet again!
DOCTOR (whips out sonic, pursues) Allons-y!
[sting; cue theme]