CLARA: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! It is, isn't it? You found him. You actually found Robin Hood.

(Clara goes very girlish and giggly.)

DOCTOR: That is not Robin Hood.

ROBIN: Well then, who, sir, is about to relieve you of your magic box?

(Robin draws his long sword. The Doctor walks onto the bridge.)

DOCTOR: Nobody, sir. Not in this universe or the next.

ROBIN: Well then, draw your sword and prove your words.

DOCTOR: I have no sword. I don't need a sword.

(The Doctor opens his coat and turns to prove it.)

DOCTOR: Because I am the Doctor.

(He dons a gauntlet.)

DOCTOR: And this is my spoon. En garde!