The Doctor: What's wrong?
Clara: I don't know, maybe the smell.
The Doctor: I know. It's everywhere.
The Doctor: Are you cross with me?
Clara: I am not cross. But if I was cross it would be your fault. And... yes I am cross.
The Doctor: I guessed that.
Clara: I am extremely cross.
The Doctor: And if I hadn't changed my face would you be cross?
Clara: I would be cross if I wasn't cross.
Clara: So what kind of person would put a cryptic note in a newspaper advert?
The Doctor: Well I would like to say-
Clara: Oh go on, do say.
The Doctor: Well I would say that that person would be an egomaniac needy game player sort of person.
Clara: Thank you. Hm. Well at least that hasn't changed.
The Doctor: And I don't suppose it ever will.
Clara: No, I don't suppose it will either.
The Doctor: Clara, honestly. I don't want you to change. It was no bother, really. I saw your advert, I figured it out. Happy to play your game.
Clara: No. I didn't place the ad, you placed the ad.
The Doctor: Well if neither of us placed that ad, who placed that ad?
Clara: Hang on. Egomaniac needy game player?
The Doctor: This could be a trap.
Clara: That was me?
The Doctor: Never mind that.
Clara: Yes, I am minding that.
The Doctor: Clara-
Clara: You were talking about me.
The Doctor: Clara. What is happening right now, in this restaurant to you and me, is more important than your egomania.
Clara: Nothing is more important than my egomania!
The Doctor: Right. You actually said that.
Clara: You never mention that again!
