"It was far too easy to slip into careless little cruelties, thinking that the rules of right and wrong didn't apply to you. At the end of that road was you sitting alone dribbling in a gingerbread house, growing warts on your nose."
''Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?
'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo...''
Doctor: Ah yes, now that you mention it, that is witchcraft. Hello, am I talking to the Wicked Witch of the Well? Clara, would you mind telling these prattling mortals to begone?
Clara: (mutters) Why am I the witch? (shouting) What..he said.
Doctor: Yes, a tiny bit more colour...
All right. Prattling mortals, off you...pop...or I'll...turn you all into...frogs!