Doctor Who Series 9

Hell Bent

2015.12.05    S09E12

Clare Higgins  Donald Sumpter  Jami Reid-Quarrell  Jenna Coleman  Ken Bones  Linda Broughton  Maisie Williams  Malachi Kirby  Nicholas Briggs  Nick Ash  Peter Capaldi  Ross Mullen  T’Nia Miller

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Waitress (Jenna Coleman): Hi. What can I get you?
The Doctor: I don’t have any money. But I play.
Waitress: Okay. Don’t you need to plug that thing in?
The Doctor: Yeah. You’re English.
Waitress: You’re not.
The Doctor: How did you get out here?
Waitress: Magic. Or maybe I went to an airport and caught a plane. You?
The Doctor: Magic.
Waitress: I believe you. You been traveling?
The Doctor: Yeah. From time to time. {he starts playing}
Waitress: Is it a sad song?
The Doctor: Nothing’s sad until it’s over. Then everything is.
Waitress: What’s it called?
The Doctor: I think that it’s called “Clara”.
Waitress: Tell me about her.

The General (Ken Bones): Lord President.
The President (Donald Sumpter): Are all the bells ringing? The whole Cloister?
The General: What’s going on down there?
Gastron (Malachi Kirby): On my way down to the Matrix now, sir.
The General: Keep the perimeter. It’s okay to be afraid down there, soldier.
Gastron: Sliders are everywhere, sir. Loads of the things.
The General: Language please. I’m with the President.
Gastron: Sorry sir. The Cloister Wraiths are active.
The General: Do not approach them. Don’t even enter the Cloister. Just tell me, are all the bells ringing?
The President overhearing: Then we are facing great danger.
The General: The Cloister Wraiths seem to think so.
The President: So where is he? Where has the Doctor gone?
Ohila (Clare Higgins): Back to the beginning, I should think.
The General: The Sisterhood of Karn has no business in this chamber. Or on this planet.
Ohila: I heard the Doctor had come home. One so loves fireworks.

The Woman (Linda Broughton): Why are they ringing all the bells? Never heard so many. What’s gone wrong this time? All the fuss they’re always making. You up there, you’re not supposed to be there. I’ve just put all that back. It’s for the boys. If any of them ever want to come— {sees the Doctor} They’ll kill you.

Gastron: Attention: will all non-military personnel step away from the Doctor. {no movement} I repeat: all non-military personnel, please step away from the Doctor. At least move the children away. Doctor, you lay down any weapons on your person and accompany us to the capitol. {the Doctor puts down his spoon and walks to the ship} Doctor, you will accompany us to the capitol. {he draws a line in the sand} Doctor? Come back. You will come back immediately. That is an order and this a military vehicle. {he walks back to the table amidst an applauding crowd}

The President: What’s his plan?
Ohila: I think he’s finishing his soup.

The General: Suggestion sir. We could talk to him.
The President: Words are his weapons.
The General: When did they stop being ours?

The General: Welcome home, sir. As commander of the armed forces of Gallifrey, I bring you the greetings of the… {the Doctor goes back in} high council.

The President: Who the hell does he think he is?
The General: The man who won the Time War, sir.

The President: What is he doing?! What does he want? Revenge?
Ohila: The Doctor does not blame Gallifrey for the horrors of the Time War.
The President: I should hope not.
Ohila: He just blames you.

The Doctor: Get off my planet.
The President: We needed to know. You have information about the Hybrid. A danger to all of us. If you’d told us what you knew you could have walked out of there.
The Doctor: Get off my planet.
The President: You have nothing, Doctor. Nothing! Do you know what I have out here, in the dry lands where there’s nobody who matters? No witnesses.
The Doctor: Me too.
The President: Take aim! Aim at the Doctor! Fire on my command.

The General: Lord President, he’s a war hero. Some of these men served with him.
The President: These men serve me!

Waitress: Oh. You like a cliffhanger, don’t you? So you went back to your hometown.
The Doctor: Something like that.
Waitress: Glasgow?
The Doctor: Uh, well sort of Glasgow. Space Glasgow!
Waitress: And there was this gang boss and he wanted to kill you?
The Doctor: Wanted to. Yeah.

The President: You missed. All of you, every single one of you. How is that possible? What is it? Is the firing squad afraid of the unarmed man!? {to Gastron} You. Explain.
Gastron: There was a saying, sir. In the Time Way.
The President: A saying?
Gastron: First thing you notice about the Doctor of War, is he’s unarmed. For many it’s also the last. {he drops his weapon and goes to stand by the Doctor} I was at Skaro Moon, sir.

Waitress: Is this a story or did this really happen?
The Doctor: Every story ever told really happened. Stories are where memories go when they’re forgotten.

The President: Not one more of you moves. That is an order. A direct order of your president! {to the Doctor} You leave me no choice! How may regenerations did we grant you? I’ve got all night. {more ships arrive} Excellent, General. You sent for reinforcements.
The Doctor: No he didn’t. I did.
The President: I am Rassilon. The Redeemer. Rassilon the Resurrected! Gallifrey is mine!
The General: Lord President. With respect. Get off his planet.

The General: Gallifrey is currently positioned at the extreme end of the time continuum for its own protection. We’re at the end of the universe. Give or take a star system.
The Doctor: I know. I came the long way around.
The General: The President may not find anywhere to go.
The Doctor: He’s not the President anymore
The General: He was a good man once. Isn’t this going a little far?
The Doctor: Oh. I’ve barely started. Tell the High Council they’re on the next shuttle.

Ohila: I thought I’d find you down here. Old times.
The Doctor: You’re a long way from Karn.
Ohila: At the end of everything one must expect the company of immortals.

The Doctor: Do you know what they did to me? Confession Dial is a ritual act of purification. It allows a dying Time Lord to face his demons, make his peace, before his mind is uploaded to the Matrix. It was never intended as a torture chamber for the living!
Ohila: Rassilon grew concerned about the coming of the Hybrid.
The Doctor: Afraid.
Ohila: You were entrapped and imprisoned at his command.
The Doctor: And look at him now.
Ohila: Why did you banish him? Was it punishment, or for your own protection? Were you just being cruel? Or just being cowardly?

The Doctor: If you wanted to know about the Hybrid, why didn’t you just ask me?
The General: If the Hybrid is a threat to the people of the world, why don’t you just tell us?
The Doctor: What do you know already?
The General: The Hybrid is a legendary—
The Doctor: No.
The General: The Hybrid is a creature thought to be cross-bred from two warrior races.
The Doctor: Which races?
The General: The Daleks and the Time Lords, it is supposed.
The Doctor: Oh, it must be well hard then.
The General: Unstoppable, according to the stories.
The Doctor: If they’re just stories, why are you so worried?
The General: Some Matrix prophecies suggest—
The Doctor: No.
The General: Many prophecies suggest—
The Doctor: No.
The General: All Matrix prophecies concur that this creature will one day stand in the ruins of Gallifrey. It will unravel the web of time, and destroy a billion billion hearts to heal its own.
The Doctor: What color is it?
The General: I don’t know.
The Doctor: See prophecies, they never tell you anything useful, do they?
Ohila: This is no time to play the fool.
The Doctor: It’s the end of the universe. It’s the only time I’ve got.

The Doctor: And you want me to keep you all safe?
The General: Can you?
The Doctor: I’ll need help, obviously.
The General: Gallifrey is at your command.
The Doctor: Well not from you lot. No, you’d cramp my style. Look at your hats. I’m going to need the use of an extraction chamber to talk to an old friend.

Clara: Doctor?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Clara: Where am I? Is this the TARDIS?
The Doctor: No. This is a planet.
Clara: What planet?
The Doctor: Basically my place.
Clara: I was about to die. I should be dead.
The Doctor: Forget about that, it doesn’t matter.
Clara: Hang on, your place? What do you mean, your place?
The Doctor: My place.
Clara: You don’t mean?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Clara: Gallifrey?
The Doctor: Gallifrey.
Clara: Okay, uh, hang on. Wait. What? Did I miss something?
The Doctor: Well we’re several billion years in the future and the universe is pretty much over, so yeah. Quite a lot.

The General: Young lady—Miss Oswald. I’m afraid we only have a very few minutes with you.
Clara: Who’s he?
The General: According to the Doctor you can tell us something about the creature known as the Hybrid?
Clara: Oo. Oh, that’s weird, what’s wrong with my ears?
The Doctor: Nothing.
Clara: Oo. It’s weird. Everything sounds wrong.
The Doctor: It’s a side effect.
Clara: I can hear you. I can hear you fine. It’s like, but I don’t know. It’s like, um… it’s like something’s missing.
The General: Doctor, we have to tell her. We always tell them.
Clara: Tell me what? What’s he talking about? Doctor? Doctor, what’s going on?
The Doctor: Clara, there’s a sound you’ve been living with every day of your life, that you’ve learned not to hear.
Clara: What sound? What’s wrong, just tell me. Doctor, what sound?
The Doctor: Your heartbeat. Your physical processes have been time locked. Frozen between one heartbeat and the next. Even your breathing is just a habit. You don’t need it.
Clara: If I’m frozen how can I… how can I be walking about?
The Doctor: Because the Time Lords are very clever. {quietly} It doesn’t matter.
Clara: Yes it matters to me.
The General: Doctor, we have to explain.
Clara: Doctor, what is going on?
The General: Although you are currently conscious and aware, in fact you died billions of years ago.
Clara: Doctor.
The General: We have extracted you at the very end of your time stream to request your help. Once we’re finished here, you will be returned to your final moments. Your death is an established historical event and cannot be altered. I’m sorry.
Clara: Doctor, will you just talk to me?
The Doctor: I’ll try not to break your jaw.
Clara: My jaw?
The Doctor: I wasn’t talking to you. {he turns and punches the General}
The General: Doctor, you can’t do this. You know you can’t.
The Doctor: No, General, I don’t know that. Everybody, stay exactly where you are. No moving about. On pain of death, no one take a selfie!
The General: These people are unarmed.
The Doctor: So are you.
The General: Doctor, I will not let you leave here. That’s the sidearm of the President’s personal security. There isn’t a stun setting.
The Doctor: I will not let Clara die.
The General: She’s been dead for half the life time of the universe. If you try to change that you could fracture time itself. Doctor, Lord President, are you really going to take that risk?
Clara: Doctor, please. I don’t want this. Put it down. Please.
The Doctor: Regeneration?
The General: Tenth.
The Doctor: Good luck.
The General: You too, sir.

Waitress: This Clara person, you must really like her.
The Doctor: Why do you say that?
Waitress: You killed a man. You don’t seem the type.

Clara: You killed that man. You shot him, he’s dead.
The Doctor: It was him or you!
Clara: I don’t care.
The Doctor: Yeah? Well the difference is, when you die, you stay dead.
Clara: So does he.
The Doctor: We’re on Gallifrey. Death is Time Lord for man flu.

Gastron: Regeneration in progress. {to the General} Are you all right, sir? Ah. Sorry. Ma’am.
The General (T’Nia Miller): Back to normal, am I? The only time I’ve been a man, that last body. Dear lord, how do you cope with all that ego?
Gastron: Ma’am, where’s the Doctor?
Ohila: The Cloisters. Where else would he run. Except into the greatest danger on Gallifrey. The hell of the Time Lords.

Clara: I thought you said Gallifrey was frozen in another dimension?
The Doctor: Well they must have unfrozen it and come back.
Clara: How?
The Doctor: I didn’t ask. It would make them feel clever.

Waitress: So what was it, the thing you took?
The Doctor: There was only one way to keep Clara safe. I had to wipe some of her memory.
Waitress: Of what?
The Doctor: Of me.

The Doctor: The Cloister Wraiths. Sliders, we used to call them. They guard the Matrix. We’re safe here.
Clara: Why?
The Doctor: They only attack you if you make any attempt to leave.
Clara: How long are we planning to stay?
The Doctor: Or actually if you try to stay.
Clara: You realize how well that conversation went, right?
The Doctor: I’m starting to, yeah. A bit.

Gastron: No one’s ever made it back out of the Cloisters.
Ohila: Not quite no one.

Dalek: Exterminate me!
Clara: Is it trapped?
The Doctor: Don’t worry. It’s been neutralized. Those aren’t vines. In your terms, they’re fiber optic cables. But alive and growing. We’re inside the biggest database in history. Sometimes people are stupid enough to break in.
Clara: And?
The Doctor: It’s a database. They get filed.

Clara: What’s to defend in a crypt?
The Doctor: It’s not just a crypt. It’s more like a stone circuit board. This is the Matrix database.
Clara: Database. What do you mean, “database”?

The Doctor: When Time Lords die, their minds are uploaded to a thing called the Matrix. This structure, it’s like a living computer. It can predict the future, generate prophecies out of algorithms. Ring the Cloister bells in the event of impending catastrophe. The Sliders, they’re just like the guard dogs. The firewall. They’re projections from inside the matrix itself. The dead manning the battlements.
Clara: Was I supposed to understand any of that?
The Doctor: The Time Lords have got a big computer made of ghosts in a crypt guarded by more ghosts.
Clara: Didn’t hurt, did it?
The Doctor: Tiny bit.

Clara: Why would a computer need to protect itself from the people who made it?
The Doctor: All computers do that in the end. You wait ’til the internet starts. Oh, that was a war.

The Doctor: Long time ago there was a student at the Academy. He’d gone in here. Disappeared for four days. Showed up in a completely different part of the city. He said the Sliders talked to him. They showed him the secret passage out. We just need the code.
Clara: What, and the kid told you the secret?
The Doctor: Ah no. He didn’t tell anyone anything. Went completely mad. Never right in the head again, so they say.
Clara: Okay, that’s encouraging.
The Doctor: The last I heard, he stole the moon and the President’s wife.
Clara: Was she, um, was she nice, the President’s wife.
The Doctor: Ah well that was a lie put about by the Sheboogans. It was the President’s daughter. I didn’t steal the moon, I lost it…
Clara: I’d know you anywhere.
The Doctor: I was a completely different person in those days. Eccentric. A bit mad. Rude to people.

Clara: Look at me again.
The Doctor: Say what?
Clara: In the eye, look at me. Just do it.
The Doctor: What? What is it?
Clara: How long has it been for you since you last saw me?
The Doctor: Oh… ho, well I’m not sure.
Clara: How long?
The Doctor: I was stuck in a place. They—
Clara: They. What? Who, who are we talking abut?
The Doctor: They wanted something from me, information. It really doesn’t matter.

Clara: What happened to your coat? The velvety one. I liked that one. It was, it was very Doctor-y.
The Doctor: I changed it.
Clara: Why?
The Doctor: Well I can’t be the Doctor all the time. I think I’ve almost got it. I think this is it.
Clara: Tell me what they did to you. Tell me what happened to the Doctor.

Clara: The Hybrid. What is it? What’s so important you would fight so long?
The Doctor: It doesn’t matter what the Hybrid is, it only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise they’d have kicked me out and I’d have nothing left to bargain with.
Clara: What were you bargaining for?
The Doctor: What do you think? You. I have to find a way to save you. I knew it had to be the Time Lords. They cost you your life on Trap Street, Clara. And I was going to make them bring you back. I just had to hang on in there for a bit.
Clara: How long?
The Doctor: It was fine.

Clara: One question. And you will answer. How long was the Doctor trapped inside the Confession Dial?
Ohila: We think… four-and-a-half billion years.
The General: He could have left anytime he wanted. He just had to say what he knew. The Dial would have released him.

Clara: Four-and-a-half billion years?
The Doctor: If she says so.
Clara: No. Why would you even do that? I was dead. I was dead and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?
The Doctor: I had a duty of care.

Clara: Okay, listen. I have something I need to say.
The Doctor: We do not have time!
Clara: No, my time— my time is up, Doctor. Between one heartbeat and the last is all the time I have. People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I’m going to say them now.

Clara: You’re monsters. Here you are, hiding away at the end of time. Do you even know why? Because you are hated. You. Are. Hated. By everybody. But by nobody more than me.
Ohila: What did you say to him?
Clara: Oh, nothing I’m going to tell you. Or anybody else. Except maybe this one part. I said: “Don’t worry, Doctor. They’ll all be looking at me.”

The General: You need to tell us what the Doctor is going to do now.
Clara: You really are thick, aren’t you? The Doctor is back on Gallifrey. Took him four-and-a-half billion years to get here. What do you think he’s gonna do now? Why, he’s stealing a TARDIS and running away. Bye!

Ohila: Get out of that TARDIS and face me, boy!
Clara: Boy?
Ohila: You have gone too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by.
The Doctor: After all this time, after everything I’ve done… don’t you think the universe owes me this?
Ohila: Owes you what? All you’re doing is giving her hope.
The Doctor: Since when is hope a bad thing?
Ohila: Hope is a terrible thing on the scaffold.

The General: Where can he run?
Ohila: Where he always runs: away. Just away.

The Doctor: What do you think of the new wheels?
Clara: Basic.
The Doctor: Classic. Look at the color scheme.
Clara: It’s all white.
The Doctor: Genius!

The Doctor: You’re alive! Now we just have to shake off the Time Lords. There’s only one place we can do that. What do you say to lunch, followed by breakfast, because we’re time travelers and that’s how we roll. Then cocktails with Moses. Then I’m going to invent a flying submarine. Why? Because no one ever has and it’s annoying! And maybe we should use this TARDIS to find my proper one. I need to change my shirt.
Clara: Doctor. Still don’t have a pulse.

The Doctor: Maybe we just have to fly a little bit farther. Give it a bit more welly.
Clara: They said, your lot, they said that if you save me, time would fracture. What does that mean?
The Doctor: Ah, they were just exaggerating. They exaggerate all the time. History will be fine. Time will heal. It always does.
Clara: Always?
The Doctor: Yeah. It’ll sort itself out. It’ll be all right. You’ll have a heartbeat, or don’t you trust me anymore?
Clara: No. Not when you’re shouting.

The Doctor: We’re going to the last hours of the universe. We’re going long past where the Time Lords were hiding. Literally, to the end. They won’t be abel to track us there. We’ll just be there for a minute. I just need to… I need to make an adjustment.
Clara: To what?
The Doctor: To nothing, really. It’s this.
Clara: The neural block. Human compatible, that’s what you said.
The Doctor: We don’t have to stay here long.

Clara: What if one last heartbeat is all I’ve got? What if time isn’t healing? What if the universe needs me to die?
The Doctor: The universe is over! It doesn’t have a say anymore! We’re standing on the last ember. The last fragment of everything that ever was. As of this moment, I’m answerable to no one!

Clara: How can there be anybody there?
The Doctor: Four knocks. It’s always four knocks. {she goes to answer the door} No. This one I do alone.
Clara: What’s out there?
The Doctor: Me.

The Doctor: I told you once, so long ago, that the universe would become a very small place when I’m angry with you. Small enough for you yet? Hello Me.
Me: You don’t seem surprised to see me.
The Doctor: At the end of the everything we should expect the company of immortals, so I’ve been told.
Me: Even the other immortals are gone. It’s just me.
The Doctor: The one and only Me. Finally you earn the title. Sitting here in a reality bubble at the end of time itself. How are you sustaining it, by the way.
Me: Brilliantly. I’ve been watching the stars die. It was beautiful.
The Doctor: No, it was sad.
Me: No. It was both. But that’s not something you would understand, is it? You don’t like endings. She died, Doctor. Clara died billions of years ago.
The Doctor: You killed her.
Me: No.
The Doctor: You let it happen.
Me: No, I didn’t. Neither did you. She did. She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful. And it is over. We have no right to change who she was.

The Doctor: Ashildr—
Me: Me.
The Doctor: Me. Go to hell. By my calculations you’ve got about five minutes.
Me: You know why we run, Doctor?
The Doctor: Because it’s fun.
Me: Because we know summer can’t last forever.
The Doctor: Of course it can. Of course it can. You just have to steal a time machine.
Me: The Hybrid. Five minutes to hell, I think it’s time to tell the truth.

Me: You were barely more than a child. You broke into here. And the Wraith spoke to you about the Hybrid. Why did that story make you so scared?
The Doctor: I don’t know. I don’t remember everything.
Me: Sometimes you do. It’s always the way with things we’d rather forget. You remember now though, don’t you? Tell me, Doctor, who is the Hybrid? Who threatens all of time and space?
The Doctor: Oh that’s easy. That’s very very easy. The Hybrid… is you.
Me: I’m human. With a little bit of Mire inside me. The Hybrid is supposed to be half-human, half-Dalek.
The Doctor: No, it isn’t. The actual prophecy specifies only two warrior races.  The Daleks and the Time Lords have made assumptions, of course. And they would. Humans and the Mire. Both warrior races. It fits perfectly.
Me: It’s an interesting theory.
The Doctor: Do you have a better one?
Me: By your own reasoning, why couldn’t the Hybrid be half-Time Lord, half-Human? Tell me, Doctor, I’ve always wondered. You’re a Time Lord, you’re a highborn Gallifreyan. Why is it you spend so much time on Earth?
The Doctor: That’s your best theory? I’m the Hybrid? I’ve run away from Gallifrey because I was afraid of myself? That doesn’t make any sense.
Me: It makes perfect sense and you know it. Am I right? Is it true?
The Doctor: Does it matter?
Me: No. Because I have a better theory.
The Doctor: Really?
Me: What if the Hybrid wasn’t one person, but two.
The Doctor: Two?
Me: A dangerous combination of a passionate and powerful Time Lord and a young woman, so very similar to him. Companions who are willing to push each other to extremes.
The Doctor: She’s my friend. She’s just my friend.
Me: How did you meet her?
Clara listening in: Missy.
The Doctor: Missy.
Me: Missy. The Master. The lover of chaos. Who wants you to love it too. She’s quite the matchmaker.
Clara’s my friend.
Me: I know. And you’re willing to risk all of time and space because you miss her. One wonders what the pair of you will get up to next.
The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing at all. I know I went too far. I get it. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing.
Me: And what would that be?
The Doctor: I’m taking her back to Earth. Somewhere safe, somewhere out of the way. I’m going to wipe her memory of every last detail of me. It’ll be like our friendship never happened.
Me: That may not be what she wants.
The Doctor: I’ve done it before. Usually I do it telepathically, but this time I’ve got something better. It’s quite painless.
Me: Will you tell her what you’re going to do?
The Doctor: Of course.
Me: When?
The Doctor: Now.

The Doctor: You remember Ashildr, of course.
Clara: Yeah sure.
The Doctor: I thought you’d be more surprised to see her.
Clara: I was watching. On the monitor. No. Doctor, whatever you’re about to do, don’t do it.

The Doctor: When you wake up you will have forgotten me. You’ll have forgotten we even met.
Clara: And why would I want that?
The Doctor: Because it’s the only way. That stuff in your head, the image of me, they could use it to find you.

The Doctor: Tell me what you did?
Clara: 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!
The Doctor: You were trying to trick me?
Clara: What are you trying to do to me?
The Doctor: I’m trying to keep you safe!
Clara: 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.
The Doctor: Oh Clara Oswald. What am I doing? You’re right. You’re always, always right.
Clara: So what happens now. Eh? Me and you, what do we do now?
The Doctor: I’m not sure you managed to reverse the polarity. I’m not even sure that you can. It’ll do something to one of us. Better than flipping a coin.
Clara: Doctor…
The Doctor: You and me. Together. Look how far I went for fear of losing you. This has to stop. One of us has to go.

Clara: You really don’t know which?
The Doctor: Let’s find out. Let’s do it. Like we’ve done everything else. Together.
Clara: How about we just don’t? Why don’t we just fly away somewhere.
The Doctor: Oh ho. That’d be great, wouldn’t it.
Clara: God yeah.
The Doctor: Good luck, Clara.
Clara: Good luck, Doctor.

Clara: So what happens now?
The Doctor: I suppose we just, um, we just wait a minute I suppose.
Clara: One of us… one of us will…. I don’t think I could ever forget you.
The Doctor: Clara, I don’t think you’re ever going to have to.

The Doctor: Run like hell.
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Run like hell because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it’s always funny.
Clara: No, stop it. You’re saying goodbye. Don’t say goodbye.
The Doctor: Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends.
Clara: Stop it! Stop, stop it!
The Doctor: Never eat pears. They’re too squishy. And they always make your chin wet. That one’s quite important. Write it down.
Clara: I didn’t mean to do this, I’m sorry.
The Doctor: It’s okay. It’s okay. I went too far. I broke all my own rules. I became the Hybrid. This is right. I accept it.
Clara: I can’t. There has to be something I can do.
The Doctor: Smile for me. Go on, Clara Oswald. One last time.
Clara: How could I smile?
The Doctor: It’s okay. Don’t you worry. I’ll remember you.

The Doctor: Where am I? How did I get here?
Man (Martin T. Sherman): Clara asked me to look after you. She said you might be a bit upset.
The Doctor: Clara.
Man: Yeah, she was just here. I don’t know where she went.
The Doctor: Clara? Clara who?

The Doctor: When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left. I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important but I’ve no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing.
Clara: Are you looking for her?
The Doctor: I’m trying.
Clara: She could be anyone, right? You don’t know who you’re looking for. I mean, she could be me for all I know.
The Doctor: There’s one thing that I know about her, just one thing. If I met her again, I would absolutely know.

The Doctor: I think that we were here, you know? I think that we were here together once. I’m sure I remember. We were here. Stupid Doctor. {realizing} Amy and Rory. It was Amy and Rory.
Clara: What about your TARDIS? You could that yet?
The Doctor: No, somebody’s moved it from London. I’m still looking. This diner… it wasn’t always here, was it? It used to be on the other side of the hill.
Clara: Well maybe someone will find your TARDIS for you.

Clara: What Clara told you in the Cloisters.
The Doctor: I don’t remember a single thing about it.
Clara: You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs.
The Doctor: That’d be nice.
Clara: Yeah, it would be, wouldn’t it? {Clara leaves in the white TARDIS}

Me: I don’t think I’ve got the Chameleon Circuit working. the outer shell might be stuck as an American diner.
Clara: Awesome.
Me: Still no pulse?
Clara: Time isn’t healing. I am still frozen.
Me: You know what that means?
Clara: It means my death is a fixed event.  The universe depends on it happening.
Me: I’m sorry.
Clara: Why? Why does everybody think I am so scared? We all face the Raven in the end. That is the deal. If I go back to Gallifrey they can put me back, right? On Trap Street, the moment they took me out?
Me: Of course.
Clara: Mind you, seeing as I’m not actually aging, there’s still a tiny bit of wiggle room, isn’t there?
Me: Wiggle room?
Clara: Wiggle room, yeah. You know. Wiggle room. We could, um, you know, stop off on the way.
Me: Where are we going?
Clara: Gallifrey. Like I said, Gallifrey. The long way around.

Blackboard: Run you clever boy
And be a Doctor