"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 [portal] is witchcraft. Yes, yes, yes, witchy witchraft! Hello, hello in there! Hello, am I talking to the Wicked Witch of the Well?
Clara: (mutters) Why am I the witch? (shouting) Hello?
Doctor: Clara. Hi. Hello, hello. Would you mind telling these prattling mortals to get themselves begone?
Doctor: Yes, tiny bit more colour...
All right. Prattling mortals, off you...pop...or I'll...turn you all into...frogs!