OSCAR: No, no, I'm afraid this is Botcherby's last curtain call.

ANITA: Oh, no.

OSCAR: No one will ever see my definitive Hamlet now.

PERI: We will! We'll all be there on the first night, Oscar.

ANITA: Yes.

OSCAR: To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Where are you, Anita?

ANITA: I'm here.

OSCAR: Please, take care of my beautiful moths.

(Oscar dies.)

DOCTOR: Good night, sweet prince.