And now its time for one last bow. Like all your other selves.
Eleven's hour is over now. The clock is striking Twelve's.
If you ever see a little blue box, flying up there in the sky, you shout for me, Gramps. Oh you just shout.
There’s a man called The Doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky, and all he does, all day, every day is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams.
"I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."