EVELYN: Oh no. You are going to sing.

DOCTOR: Well, yes, I am.

DOCTOR: We need to end the story.

EVELYN: Why? Stories don't end in real life. Sally was right. There's no happy ever after. There's happy, and then there's the day after, which might be happy, and then the day after, which might be happy, but keep on going far enough and you'll get to a day which isn't. There's never a final end.

SALLY: Oh, there is.

DOCTOR: No, Sally. That's the wonderful thing about life. You can't rule a neat line under it. But individual stories can end—and then you move on to the next one. It might be a better story or a worse one. It might be a sequel to something you've done before. The important thing is, that they're your stories. And no one can take that away from you.

SWAN: I can't help it if you're behind the times.

DOCTOR: Behind the times? I am a Time Lord. I am behind, in front, on top and underneath the times, but I am not a mind-reader.

DOCTOR: We need to end the story.

EVELYN: Why? Stories don't end in real life. Sally was right. There's no happy ever after. There's happy, and then there's the day after, which might be happy, and then the day after, which might be happy, but keep on going far enough and you'll get to a day which isn't. There's never a final end.

EVELYN: Smells like a rum baba. I think I may get slightly tipsy.

DOCTOR: Well, don't start singing, whatever you do.

SWAN: Oh, the indignity. Emmanuel Hubert Clerihugh St John Swan, tied to his own mast.

JASPER: Stop talking. And you, start talking.

DOCTOR: I beg your pardon? Are you addressing me?

JASPER: Yes, I am, you lily-livered, foul-coated, spicy-smelling scoundrel.

DOCTOR: I'm a Time Lord. I can't change things, but I have one thing that no one else has, and that's the gift of Time. I gave that to Evelyn, so that she could give it to you. An extra night. Get through the night, they say. Things are darkest just before the dawn.