No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it’s a plan. There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! Goodbye, Clara. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Bow ties are cool. Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don’t have: anything to lose. So, if you’re sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you’ve any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who’s standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Bow ties are cool. Brave heart, Clara. Geronimo! Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings! Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. I never know why. I only know who. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! I need…I need…I need… fish fingers and custard! Goodbye, Clara. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Usually called ‘The Doctor.’ Or ‘The Caretaker.’ Or ‘Get off this planet.’ Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn’t a name.