"I love you!"

"Now? You're telling me this now, while we're hanging over a fiery pit, in fear of our lives? Doctor, don't you think there's a better time for this sort of thing?"

"When would I get a better chance than now? Be reasonable, Clara. If we fall to our doom, I don't think you'd like me shouting it at you from a distance just before you land in the flames."

"My point is…why haven't you told me this before? Why wait until we're in peril to tell me?"

"I wasn't ready before. I'm ready now, especially since I'm not sure I'll get another chance."

"Please don't tell me that you don't have a plan again."

"All right, I won't tell you."

"Oh, honestly!"

"You asked me not to tell you."

"urgh…"

"Clara?"

"What?"

"I really do love you."

"Really?"

"Yes…I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

"Doctor…?"

"Yes?"

"Um…I had this little trick I used to do…I'd tell myself not to fall in love with you. Sometimes I had to do it several times a day."

"Really?"

"Yes. Doctor?"

"Yes, Clara?"

"That trick stopped working some time ago."

"Clara…do you mean…"

"Yes."

"Ding Dong!"

"What?"

"Nothing…nothing! I…seem to have acquired some inspiration in the idea department with that shot of incentive. I might be formulating a plan now!"

"You have an idea how to get us out of this?"

"Yes! It's coming to me. Won't take but a moment to implement."

"I hope not…I think the soles of my shoes have melted and my feet feel like they're on fire."

"I just need to ask you a simple question before I begin."

"Huh? Why?"

"More incentive, Clara."

"You mean that burning pit down there isn't incentive enough?"

"This will guarantee my plan's chance of success."

"Doctor, what on earth can you ask me that would motivate you more than imminent death looming at our feet?"

"If I get us out of this, will you marry me?"

"WHAT?"

"If I get us—"

"I heard you!"

"Well? Will you?"

"Doctor…if you get us out of this, I swear I will drag you myself to the nearest chapel so we can get married. Just. Get. Us. Out. Of. This."

"Oi! I never knew you were so keen on getting married—I'd have asked sooner. All right—your wish is my command. GERONIMO!"

"It's about time. As it is, you owe me new shoes before we show up at any chapel. "

"You know you love me."

"Just implement the ruddy plan, Doctor."

"Yes, Clara, my love."