The Doctor: What's going on with your face? it's all eyes. Why are you all eyes? Get them under control.
The Doctor: Last man standing in the universe. Always thought that would be me.
Clara: It's not a competition.
The Doctor: I know it's not a competition. Of course it isn't. Still time, though.
The Doctor: Listen!
Clara: To what?
The Doctor: Nothing. There's nothing to hear. There's nothing anywhere. Not a breath, not a sliver, not a click or a tick. Oh, the clock's stopped. This is the silence... at the end of time.
The Doctor: She's doing that whole eyes thing? It's because her face is so wide. She needs three mirrors.
Clara: If everybody in the universe is dead, then there's nobody out there.
The Doctor: That's one way of looking at it.
Clara: What's the other?
The Doctor: That's a hell of a lot of ghosts. (the lights dim)
Clara: Do you have your own mood lighting now? Because frankly, the accent' is enough.
Clara: What's that?
The Doctor: What kind of explanation would you like?
Clara: A reassuring one.
The Doctor: Well, the systems are switching to low power. There are temperature differentials all over this ship. It's like... pipes banging when the heating goes off.
Clara: I always thought there was something in the pipes.
The Doctor: Me too.
The Doctor: Who were you having dinner with?
Clara: Are you making conversation?
The Doctor: I thought I would give it a try.
The Doctor: What's that in the mirror of the corner of your eye? What's that footstep following but never passing by?
The Doctor: Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead, Out they'll come a-slithering, from underneath the bed.
Clara: So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You're always going to be afraid. Even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like... a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that's okay. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home.