[ His face gets angrier and angrier and angrier as the Doctor speaks. When he's done, he sits there a long moment, staring at him, his face dark with sheer fury.

Finally, he spits: ]

So if I go and search and search and search, I can maybe finally come across a place where they won't kill everyone like me. You're right. The universe is a beautiful fucking place, because maybe they won't kill us.

I hope you're a piece of shit who's secretly delighted to see clones die, because otherwise that was the most pathetic - Statistics. Statistically, maybe there's a place where my friends don't get murdered.