– When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!
– [whisper] Hello, sweetie.
Nobody remembers being born and nobody remembers dying. Is that why we always stare into the eye sockets of a skull? Because we're asking. "What was it like?" "Does it hurt?" "Are you still scared?"
– Hi. What can I get you?
– I don’t have any money. But I play.
– Okay. Don’t you need to plug that thing in?
– Yeah. You’re English.
– You’re not.
– How did you get out here?
– Magic. Or maybe I went to an airport and caught a plane. You?
– I believe you. You been traveling?
– Yeah. From time to time.
– Is it a sad song?
– Nothing’s sad until it’s over. Then everything is.
– What’s it called?
– I think that it’s called “Clara”.
– Tell me about her.
– You remember Ashildr, of course.
– Yeah sure.
– I thought you’d be more surprised to see her.
– I was watching. On the monitor. No. Doctor, whatever you’re about to do, don’t do it.
– It won't hurt, I promise. You'll pass out for a second.
– And then?
– You'll wake up, everything will be fine.
– Clara, listen to me.
– Tell me. Come on, talk.
– When you wake up you will have forgotten me. You’ll have forgotten we even met.
– And why would I want that?
– Because it’s the only way. That stuff in your head, the image of me, they could use it to find you.
– I... I used them.
– On what?
– On this?
– What did you do?
– What do you think? Eschilda is right, we are similar.
– Tell me what you did?
– What else? What else do you think I did? I reversed the polarity. Push that button, Doctor, it will go off in your own face!
– You were trying to trick me?
– What are you trying to do to me?
– I’m trying to keep you safe!
– Why? Nobody’s ever safe. I never asked you for that, ever. These have been the best years of my life and they are mine. Tomorrow’s promised to no one, Doctor. But I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.