The Doctor: Who wants fish and chips? {Rory raises a finger} I'll drop you both off. Take your time. Don't rush!
Rory: Ah. And you?
The Doctor: I have things to do. Things involving other things.

Rory: Doctor, my tummy's going funny.
The Doctor: Well the gyrator dislocated. Target tracking is out. Assume the position! {the TARDIS eventually stabilizes} Textbook landing.

The Doctor: Behold! A cockerel. Love a cockerel. And underneath a monastery. Ah, thirteenth century.

The Doctor: This fissure's new. The solar tsunami sent out a huge wave of gamma particles. This is caused by a magnetic quake that occurs just before the wave hits.
Amy: Well, the monastery's standing.
The Doctor: Yeah, for now.

The Doctor: Ceramic inner-lining. Something corrosive. They're pumping something nasty off this island to the mainland.
Rory: My mom's a massive fan of Dusty Springfield.
The Doctor: Who isn't.

Amy: So where are these Dusty Springfield lovin' monks then?
The Doctor: I think we're here. This is it.
Rory: Doctor, what are you talking about? We've never been here before.
Amy: We came here by accident.
The Doctor: Accident? Yes, I know. Accident.

The Doctor: Acid. They're pumping acid off this island. That's old stuff. Fresh acid, you wouldn't have a finger.

The Doctor: There are people coming. Well, almost.
Amy: Almost coming?
The Doctor: Almost people.

Overhead: Halt and remain calm!
The Doctor: Well we've halted. How are we all doing on the calm front?

The Doctor: Actually. You're in big trouble.
Cleaves: Meteorological department? Since when?
The Doctor: Since you were hit by a solar wave.
Cleaves: Which we survived.
The Doctor: Just, by the look of it. And there's a bigger one on the way.
Cleaves: Which we'll also survive.

Cleaves: Alright, Weatherman, your I.D. checks out. If there's another solar storm, what are you going to do about it? Hand out sun block?
The Doctor: I need to see your critical systems.
Cleaves: Which one?
The Doctor: You know which one.

The Doctor: Strange. It was like... For a moment there it was scanning me.
Cleaves: Doctor. Get back, Doctor, leave it alone!

The Doctor: Incredible! You have no idea. No idea. I mean I felt it in my mind. I reached out to it. And it to me.
Cleaves: Don't fiddle with the [?], Doctor.
The Doctor: How can you be so blinkered? It's alive, so alive. You're planting your lives—your personalities—directly into it.

The Doctor: Well I can see why you keep it in the church. Miracle of life.
Buzzer: No need to get poncey. It's just gunge.

The Doctor: Please. You're making a massive mistake here. You're right at the crossroads. Only don't turn the wrong way. If you don't—if you don't—prepare for this storm you are all in terrible danger. Understand?
Cleaves: My factory. My rules.

The Doctor: I've got to get to that cockerel before all hell breaks loose. {he stops} I never thought I'd have to say that again. Amy. Breathe.

The Doctor: How long would you say we were unconscious for, please?
Cleaves: Not long, a minute, two minutes.
The Doctor: I'd hazard we've been out a teensy bit longer.
Cleaves: For how long?
The Doctor: An hour. I've seen whole worlds turn inside-out in an hour. A lot could go wrong in an hour.

Jimmy: That's my record. Who's playing my record?
The Doctor: Your 'gangers. They've gone walkabout.
Cleaves: No. It's impossible. They're not active. Cars don't fly themselves, cranes don't lift themselves and 'gangers don't...

Jimmy: This is just like the Isle of Sheppey.
The Doctor: It seems the storm has animated your 'gangers.
Cleaves: They've ransacked everything.
The Doctor: Not ransacked. Searched.
Cleaves: Through our stuff!
The Doctor: Their stuff.
Jimmy: Searching for what?
The Doctor: Confirmation. They need to know their memories are real.
Buzzer: Oh, so they've got flamin' memories now?
The Doctor: They'll feel compelled to connect to their lives.
Cleaves: Their stolen lives.
The Doctor: No, Cleaves. You gave them this. You put in your personalities, emotions, traits, memories, secrets, everything. You gave them your lives. Human lives. Ah-mazing. You surprised they walked off with them?

Jimmy: We need to protect ourselves.
The Doctor: Are you a violent man, Jimmy?
Jimmy: No.
The Doctor: Then why would the other Jimmy be?

Cleaves: Tell me you can eat at a time like this, Doctor.
The Doctor: You told me that we were out cold for a few minutes, Cleaves. When in fact it was an hour.
Cleaves: Sorry. I just assumed—
The Doctor: Well it's not your fault. Like I said, "they're disorientated."

The Doctor hands Cleaves the plate.
The Doctor: It's hot. {she drops it}. Transmatter's still a little rubbery. Nerve endings are not quite fused properly.
Cleaves: What are you talking about?
The Doctor: It's okay.
Cleaves: Why didn't I feel that?
The Doctor: You will. You'll stabilize.
Cleaves: No. Stop it. You're playing stupid games. Stop it!

The Doctor: You don't have to hide. Please. Trust me. I'm the Doctor.

Amy: Doctor, Rory.
The Doctor: Rory.
Amy: Rory!
The Doctor: Oh Rory. Rory! Always with the Rory!

Amy: Doctor, you said they wouldn't be violent.
The Doctor: I did say they were scared. And angry.
Jimmy: And they're technology. That's what you said. You seem to know something about the Flesh.
Amy: Do you? Doctor?

Jimmy: You're not a weather man. Why are you really here?
The Doctor: I've have to talk to them. I can fix this.

The Doctor: It is too dangerous out here with acid leaks!
Amy: We have to find Rory.
The Doctor: Yes, I'm going back to the TARDIS. Wait for me in the dining hall. I want us to keep together, okay? No more wandering off!
Amy: What about Rory?
The Doctor: Well it will be safer to look for Rory and Jennifer with the TARDIS.

The Doctor: Exit.
Jimmy: Keep going straight, can't miss it. But you're never going to get your vehicle in here.
The Doctor: I'm a great parker.

The Doctor to the TARDIS: What are you doing down there?

The Doctor: Hello. How are we all getting on?
Ganger Cleaves: Why don't you tell us.
The Doctor: Well we have two choices. The first is to tear each other apart—not my favorite. The second is to knuckle down and work together. I'm here to work out how best we can help you.

The Doctor: Now I know it's hard for you to hold your fully-human form. That's why you keep shifting between the flesh stages. But do try. It'll make the others less scared of you.

Ganger Cleaves: Alright, Doctor. You've brought us together. Now what?
The Doctor: Before we do anything, I have one very important question. Has anybody got a pair of shoes I can borrow? Size ten. But I should warn you, I have very wide feet.

The Doctor: The flesh was never merely moss. These are not copies. The storm has hardwired them. They are becoming people.
Jimmy: With souls.
Dicken: Rubbish. {he sneezes}
Ganger Dicken: Bless you.
The Doctor: Well, we were all jelly once. Little jelly eggs, sitting in goo.
Amy: Yeah, thanks. Too much information.
The Doctor: We are not talking about an accident that needs to be mopped up. We are talking about sacred life. Do you understand? Good. Now the TARDIS is trapped in an acid pool. Once I can reach her I can get you all off this island. Humans and 'gangers. Eh? How does that sound?

The Doctor: You stopped his heart. He had a heart! Aorta, valves! A real human heart! And you stopped it.

The Doctor: You've crossed one hell of a line, Cleaves, you've killed one of them. They're coming back. In a big way.

Jimmy: This is insane. We're fighting ourselves.
The Doctor: Yes, it's insane. And it's about to get even more insaner. Is that a word? Show yourself! Right now!
Amy: Doctor! We are trapped in here and Rory's out there with them. Hello! We can't get to the TARDIS and we can't even leave the island.
The Doctor Ganger: Correctively respect, Pond. It's frightening. Unexpected. Frankly, a total utter splattering mess on the carpet. But I am certain—one hundred percent certain—that we can work this out. Trust me. I'm the Doctor.

Jimmy: What's happening?
The Doctor Ganger: I wonder if we'll get back. Yes. One day. {he screams in pain} Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow!
The Doctor: The Flesh is struggling to cope with our past regenerations. Hold on.
The Doctor Ganger: Would you like a jelly, baby? Why! Why!
The Doctor: Why why what?
The Doctor Ganger: Hello, I'm the Doctor. No! Let it go, we've moved on!

Amy: Doctor! We need you, get over here.
The Doctor Ganger: Hello.
Amy: Doctor!
The Doctor: Cybermats.
The Doctor Ganger: Do we have time for this?
The Doctor: We make time. I'd like more proof that you're me. Cybermats.
The Doctor Ganger: Created by the Cybermen. They kill by feeding off brainwaves.

The Doctor Ganger: Rory and Amy, they may not trust both of us.
The Doctor: You're thinking what I'm thinking—
The Doctor Ganger: Inevitably.
The Doctor: See, I'm glad we're on the same—
The Doctor Ganger: Wavelength. See. Great minds!
The Doctor: Exactly. So. What's the plan?
The Doctor Ganger: Save them all, humans and gangers.
The Doctor: Between us, that sounds wonderful.
The Doctor Ganger: Is that what you were thinking?
The Doctor: Yes. It's just so inspiring to hear me say it.
The Doctor Ganger: I know!

Both: Hello! Sorry.
The Doctor Ganger: But we had to establish a few—
The Doctor: Ground rules. Formulate a protocol.
The Doctor Ganger: Protocol! Don't be posh.
The Doctor: I mean protocol between us otherwise it gets horribly embarrassing. And potentially confusing.
Amy: Okay. Well I'm glad you solved the problem of confusing.
The Doctor Ganger: That's sarcasm.
The Doctor: She's very good at sarcasm.

The Doctor: You know I'm starting to get a sense of just how impressive it is to hang out with me.
The Doctor Ganger: Do we tend to say Yowza?
The Doctor: That's enough. Let it go okay? We're under stress.

Cleaves: Can you really get the power back?
The Doctor Ganger: Oh, there's always some power floating around—
The Doctor: Sticking to the wires, like bits of lint.
Amy: Could you stop finishing each other's—
The Doctor: Sentences?
The Doctor Ganger: No promises.

Amy: No, but hang on. You said the TARDIS was stuck in acid. So wouldn't she be damaged?
The Doctor: Nah. She's a tough old thing. Tough old sexy thing.
The Doctor Ganger: Tough, dependable, sexy.
Amy: Ew.

Amy: How can you both be real?
The Doctor Ganger: Well. Because. We are. I'm the Doctor.
The Doctor: Yeah! And so am I. We both contain the knowledge of over nine hundred years of memory and experience. We both wear the same bow tie which is cool.
The Doctor Ganger: Bow ties are—
The Doctor: and always will be.
Amy: But how did the Flesh read you? Because you weren't linked up to it.
The Doctor: Well it must have been after I examined it. Thus a new genuine Doctor was created.
The Doctor Ganger: Ta da!
Amy: No getting away from it. One of you was here first.
The Doctor: Well, okay. After the Flesh scanned me I had an accident in a puddle of acid. Now, new shoes—a situation which did not confront my new self here.

The Doctor Ganger: Interesting. You definitely feel more affection for him than me.
Amy: No. No, I— Look, you're fine and everything, but he's "The Doctor". No offense. Being almost the Doctor is pretty darn impressive.
The Doctor Ganger: Being almost the Doctor is like being no Doctor at all.
Amy: Don't overreact!
The Doctor Ganger: You might as well call me Smith.
Amy: Smith?
The Doctor Ganger: John Smith!

The Doctor: Yes! Communication-a-go-go!

Amy: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Making a phone call.
Amy: Who to?
The Doctor: No one yet. It's on delay.
Amy: Right. Not getting it. Why exactly are you making a phone call?
The Doctor: Because, Amy, I am and always will be the optimist. The hope for far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams. The wheels are in motion. Done.

Amy: If you really are the same then you can die, can't you? Be killed and... I've seen that happen.
The Doctor Ganger: Why.
Amy: Why? Because you invited us to see it. Your death. {He turns around and pins her to the wall.}

The Doctor Ganger: Why?!
Amy: You're hurting me!
The Doctor Ganger: It's all the eyes say! Why! I can feel them! As they work each day knowing the time was coming for them to be thrown away again. Not again! Please! And then they are destroyed and they feel death. And all they can say is Why!

The Doctor Ganger: Did you sense it?
The Doctor: Briefly. Not as strong as you.

The Doctor Ganger: It would appear I can connect to the Flesh.
Amy: You are Flesh.
The Doctor Ganger: I'm beginning to understand what it's been through, what it needs.
Amy: What you want. You are it.
The Doctor Ganger: It's much more powerful than we thought. The Flesh can grow, correct?
Cleaves: Its cells can divide.
The Doctor Ganger: Well now it wants to do that at will. It wants revenge. It's in pain, angry. It wants revenge.
Amy: That's right. You're not the Doctor. You can't ever be. You're just a copy.

The Doctor: Hold on a minute. Hold your horses. I thought I'd explained this. I'm him, he's me.
Cleaves: Doctor. We have no issue with you. When it comes to your 'ganger...
The Doctor: Don't be so absurd.
Cleaves: Buzzer.
Buzzer: Sure boss. Take a seat, mate.
The Doctor Ganger: Nice barrel. Very comfy. Why not.

Cleaves: You can't let him go! Are you crazy?
The Doctor: Am I crazy, Doctor?
The Doctor Ganger: Well you did once plumb your brain into the core of an entire planet just to halt its orbit and win a bet.

Cleaves: Waiting for results. Let it go.
The Doctor: It's a very deep parietal clot.
Cleaves: How can you possibly—? Inoperable?
The Doctor: On Earth, yes.
Cleaves: Well seeing as Earth's all that's on... offer. Hm. I'm no healthy spring chicken and you're no weatherman. Right?

The Doctor: The eyes have it.
Amy: Why are they here?
The Doctor: To accuse. Us.

The Doctor: It's a chemical chain reaction now. I can't stop it. This place is going to blow sky high.
Cleaves: Exactly how long have we got?
The Doctor: An hour? Five seconds? Ah, somewhere in between.

The Doctor: Rory Pond! Roranicus Pondicus!

The Doctor: This is going to overheat and fill the room with acid. Just as a point of interest.
Cleaves: And we can't stop it?
The Doctor: Just as a point of interest? No.

Jim: It'll never hold 'er.
The Doctor: If you've got a better plan, I'm all ears. In fact, if you have a better plan I'll take you to a planet where everyone is all ears.

The Doctor Ganger: Here she comes. {The TARDIS drops through the ceiling}
The Doctor: Oh! She does like to make an entrance.

The Doctor Ganger: Amy we swapped shoes.
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
The Doctor Ganger: And I'm the Flesh.
Amy: You can't be. You're the real him.
The Doctor Ganger: No I'm not, and I haven't been all along.
The Doctor: I'm the original Doctor, Amy. We had to know we if were treated the same. It was important—vital—to learn about the Flesh. And we could only do that through your eyes.

The Doctor Ganger: Well. My death arrives, I suppose.
The Doctor: But this one we're not invited to.
The Doctor Ganger: What?
The Doctor: Nothing. Your molecular memory can survive this, you know. It may not be the end. {He tosses him his screwdriver.}
The Doctor Ganger: Well if I turn up to nick all your biscuits then you'll know you were right, won't you.

The Doctor: The energy from the TARDIS will stabilize the 'gangers for good. They're people now.
Cleaves: And what happens to me? I still have this.
The Doctor: Aha! That's not a problem. I have something for that. It's a small, red... and it tastes like burnt onions. Ha! But it'll get rid of your blood clot. Happy endings.

The Doctor: Dicken, remember, people are good. In their bones, truly good. Don't hate them, will you?
Ganger Dicken: How can I hate them? I'm one of them now.
The Doctor: Yeah. And just remember, people died. Don't let that be in vain. Make what you say in that room count.

The Doctor: I said, breathe, Pond. Remember? Well. Breathe.
Amy: Why?
The Doctor: Breathe. {she has a stomach cramp}
Rory: What's wrong with her?
The Doctor: Get her into the TARDIS.

Rory: Doctor, what is happening to her?
The Doctor: Contractions.
Rory: Contractions?
She's going into labor.
Amy: What did he say? No, no no. Of course he didn't. Rory, I don't like this.
Rory: You're going to have to start explaining some of this to me, Doctor.
The Doctor: What, the birds and the bees? She's having a baby. I needed to see the Flesh in its early days. That's why I scanned it, that's why we were there in the first place. I was going to drop you off for fish and chips first. But things happened and there was stuff and shenanigans. {to himself} Beautiful word. Shenanigans.

The Doctor: I needed enough information to block the signal to the Flesh.
Amy: What signal?
The Doctor: The signal to you.
Amy: Doctor?
The Doctor: Stand away from her Rory.
Rory: Why? No and why?
The Doctor: Given what we've learned I'll be as humane as I can but I need to do this and you need to stand away!

Amy: Doctor I am frightened. I'm properly, properly scared.
The Doctor: Don't be, hold on. We're coming for you, I swear. Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you.
Amy: I'm right here.
The Doctor: No you're not. You haven't been here for a long long time.
Amy: Oh no. {he melts her}.

Colonel Manton: On this day, in this place, the Doctor will fall. The man who talks, the man who reasons, the man who lies will meet the perfect answer. Some of you have wondered why we have allied ourselves with the Headless Monks. Perhaps you should have wondered why we call them headless. It's time you knew what these guys have sacrificed for faith. As you all know it is a level one heresy, punishable by death, to lower the hood of a Headless Monk. But by the Divine Grant of the Papal Mainframe herself, on this one and only occasion I can show you the truth. Because these guys never can be persuaded. They never can be afraid. And they can never ever be—
The Doctor: Surprised!

The Doctor: Hello everyone! Guess who? Please, point a gun at me if it helps you relax. You're only human.

Colonel Manton: Doctor, you will come with me right now.
The Doctor: Three minutes, forty seconds. {yelling} Amelia Pond! Get your coat! {the lights go out}

The Doctor: I'm not a phantom.
Colonel Manton: Doctor?
The Doctor: I'm not a trickster.
Colonel Manton: Doctor?
The Doctor: I'm a Monk.
Colonel Manton: Doctor, show yourself!
Cleric: It's him! He's here. It's him!

The Doctor: Sorry Colonel Manton, I lied. Three minutes, forty-two seconds.

Commander Strax: Colonel Manton, you will give the order for your men to withdraw.
The Doctor: No. Colonel Manton, I want you to tell your men "run away."
Colonel Manton: What?
The Doctor: Those words. "Run away." I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Runaway. I want children laughing outside your door, 'cause they've found the house of Colonel Runaway. And when people come to you and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love! {he composes himself}...is in any way a good idea, I want you to tell them your name. Look, I'm angry, that's new. I'm not really sure what's going to happen now.
Madame Kovarian: The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules.
The Doctor: Good men don't need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.
Madame Kovarian: Give the order. Give the order, Colonel Runaway.

The Doctor: Ew. Kissing and crying. I'll be back in a bit.
Rory: Oy! You! Get in here. Now.

The Doctor: Hello! Hello, ah... baby.
Amy: Melody.
The Doctor: Melody! Hello Melody Pond.
Rory: Melody Williams.
Amy: Is a geography teacher. Melody Pond is a super hero.
The Doctor talking to Melody: Well yes I suppose she does smell nice. Never really sniffed her. Maybe I should give it a go.

The Doctor: It's okay, she's still all yours. And really you should call her mummy, not big milk thing.
Amy: Okay, what are you doing?
The Doctor: I speak baby.
Amy: No you don't.
The Doctor: I speak everything. Don't I, Melody Pond? {straightening his bow tie} No it's not. It's cool.

Rory: It's a cot.
The Doctor: No flies on the Roman.

The Doctor: Give her here.
Rory: But where would you get a cot?
Amy: It's old. Really old. Doctor, um, do you have children?
The Doctor: No.
Amy: Have you ever had children?
The Doctor to Melody: No, it's real. It's my hair.
Amy: Who slept in here?

The Doctor: Things to do. I've still gotta work out what this base is for. We can't leave 'til we know.

The Doctor: You were on the TARDIS too. Your heart, mind and soul. But physically, yes, you were still in this place.
Amy: And when I saw that face looking through the hatch? That woman looking at me?
The Doctor: Reality bleeding through. They must have taken you quite awhile back. Just before America.

Rory: So her Flesh avatar was with us all that time. But that means they were projecting a control signal right into the TARDIS, wherever we were in time and space.
The Doctor: Yeah. They're very clever.
Amy: Who are?
Rory: Whoever wants our baby.
Amy: Why do they want her?
The Doctor: Exactly.
Rory: Is there anything you're not telling us? You knew Amy wasn't real, you never said.
The Doctor: I couldn't be sure they weren't listening.
Amy: But you always hold out on us. Please, this time. Doctor, it's our baby. Tell us something. One little thing.
The Doctor: It's mine.
Rory: What is?
The Doctor: The cot. It's my cot. I slept in it.

The Doctor: You've hacked into their software?
Dorium: I believe I sold it to them.
The Doctor: Oh! So what have we learned?
Madame Vastra: That anger is always the shortest distance to a mistake.
The Doctor: I'm sorry?
Madame Vastra: The words of an old friend. Who once found me in the London Underground attempting to avenge my sisters on perfectly innocent tunnel diggers.
The Doctor: Well, you were very cross at the time.
Madame Vastra: As you were today, old friend. Point taken, I hope.

Madame Vastra: Now I have a question. A simple one. Is Melody human?
The Doctor: Sorry? What? Of course she is! Completely human! What are you talking about?
Dorium: They've been scanning her since she was born. I think they found what they were looking for.
The Doctor: Human DNA?
Dorium: Look closer. Human plus. Specifically human plus Time Lord.

The Doctor: But she's human. She's Amy and Rory's daughter.
Madame Vastra: You've told me about your people. They became what they did through prolonged exposure to the Time Vortex. The Untempered Schism.
The Doctor: Over billions of years! It didn't just happen.
Madame Vastra: So how close is she? Could she even regenerate?
The Doctor: No! No! I don't think so.
Madame Vastra: You don't sound so sure.
The Doctor: Because I don't understand how this happened.
Madame Vastra: Which leads me to ask when did it happen?
The Doctor: When?!
Madame Vastra: I am trying to be delicate. I know how you can blush. {Dorium laughs} When did this baby... begin?
The Doctor: Amy/alien{?}.
Madame Vastra: Quite.
The Doctor: Well how would I know? That's all human and private stuff. It just sort of goes on, they don't put up a balloon or anything!
Madame Vastra: Could the child have begun on the TARDIS, in flight in the Vortex?
The Doctor: No! No! Impossible! It's all running about, sexy fish vampires. And blowing up stuff. And Rory wasn't even there at the beginning. Then he was dead. Then he didn't exist. Then he was plastic. Then I had to reboot the whole Universe—long story. So, technically, the first time they were on the TARDIS together in this version of reality was on their w...
Madame Vastra: On their what?
The Doctor: On their wedding night.

The Doctor: It doesn't make sense. You can't just cook yourself a Time Lord!
Madame Vastra: Of course not. But you gave them one hell of a start and they've been working very hard ever since.
Dorium: And yet they gave in so easily. Does this not bother anyone else?
The Doctor: Amy, she worried the baby would have a Time Head. She said that—
Madame Vastra: Only you would ignore the instincts of a mother.
Dorium: Or the instincts of a coward. This is too easy. There's something wrong.
The Doctor: Why even do it? Even if you could get your hands on a brand new Time Lord, what for?
Madame Vastra: A weapon?
The Doctor: Why would a Time Lord be a weapon?
Madame Vastra: Well. They've seen you.
The Doctor: Me?
Madame Vastra: Mr. Maldovar, you're right. This was too easy. We should get back to the others.
The Doctor: Me.

Madame Kovarian: The child then, what do you think?
The Doctor: What is she?
Madame Kovarian: Hope. Hope in this endless, bitter war.
The Doctor: War. Against who?
Madame Kovarian: Against you, Doctor.

The Doctor: The child is not a weapon!
Madame Kovarian: Oh give us time. She can be. She will be.
The Doctor: Except you've already lost her and I swear I will never let you anywhere near her again.
Madame Kovarian: Oh Doctor. Fooling you once was a joy. But fooling you twice, the same way? It's a privilege.

Amy: So they took her anyway. All this was for nothing.
The Doctor: I am so sorry.
Jenny: Amy, it's not his fault.
Amy: I know.

The Doctor: Hey. Hello.
Lorna: Doctor.
The Doctor: You helped my friends. Thank you.
Lorna: I met you once. In the Gamma Forest. You don't remember me.
The Doctor: Hey, of course I remember. I remember everyone. Hey, we ran, you and me. Didn't we run, Lorna?

The Doctor: Who was she?
Madame Vastra: I don't know, but she was very brave.
The Doctor: They're always brave. They're always brave.

River: Well then soldier, how goes the day?
The Doctor: Where the hell have you been? Every time you've asked I have been there! Where the hell were you today?
River: I couldn't have prevented this.
The Doctor: You could have tried!
River: And so, my love, could you. {to Amy} I know you're not all right. But hold tight, Amy. Because you're going to be.
The Doctor: You think I wanted this? I didn't do this! This wasn't me!
River: This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid. When you began all those years ago, sailing off to see the Universe, did you ever think you'd become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. "Doctor." The word for healer and wise man throughout the Universe. We get that word from you, you know. If you carry on the way you are, what might that word come to mean? To the people of the Gamma Forests, the word Doctor means "Mighty Warrior." How far you've come. And now they've taken a child. The child of your best friends. And they're going to turn her into a weapon just to bring you down. And all this, my love, in fear of you.
The Doctor: Who are you?
River: Oh look! Your cot. I haven't seen that in a very long while!
The Doctor: No, tell me who you are.
River: I am telling you. Can't you read?

The Doctor: Hello.
River: Hello.
The Doctor: But that means!
River: I'm afraid it does.
The Doctor: Oo. But you and I, we've...
River: Yes.
The Doctor: How do I look?
River: Amazing.
The Doctor: I better be.
River: Yes, you'd better be.
The Doctor: Vastra and Jenny, 'til the next time. Rory and Amy, I'm know where to find your daughter and on my life she will be safe! River, get them all home.
Rory: Doctor!
Amy: No! Where are you going? No.

The Doctor holds up a newspaper with the headline "Leadworth's crop circle"
The Doctor: Seriously?
Rory: Well you never answer your phone.

The Doctor hugging Amy: You know who she grows up to be, so you know I will find her.
Amy: But you haven't yet.

The Doctor: Sorry. Hello. Doctor not following this. Doctor very lost. You never said I was hot?

Mels (Nina Toussaint-White): Time travel. That's just brilliant. Yeah. I've heard a lot about you. I'm their best mate.
The Doctor: Then why don't I know you? I danced with everyone at their wedding. The women were all brilliant. The men were a bit shy.

Mels: I need out of here now.
The Doctor: Anywhere in particular?
Mels: Well let's see. You've got a time machine, I've got a gun. What the hell. Let's kill Hitler.

The Doctor: You shot it! You shot my TARDIS! You shot the console!
Mels: It's your fault!
The Doctor: How is it my fault?
Mels: You said guns didn't work in this place. You said we're in a state of temporal grace.
The Doctor: Oh that was a clever lie, you idiot! Anyone could tell that was a clever lie!

Berlin 1938

The Doctor: Out out out! Everybody get out! Don't need to smoke to death. Get out!
Amy: Where are we?
Rory: A room. A war room!
The Doctor: I don't know what room. I haven't memorized every room in the universe yet. I had yesterday off.

The Doctor: Oo! Hello. Sorry. Is this your office? Had a sort of collision with my... vehicle. Fault's on both sides, let's say no more about— {sees Hitler} it.

Adolf Hitler (Albert Welling): Thank you. Whoever you are. I think you have just saved my life.
The Doctor: Believe me. It was an accident.

Mels: What do you mean we just saved his life? We could not have just saved Hitler.
The Doctor: You see? Time travel. It never goes to plan.

Hitler: This box, what is it?
The Doctor: It's a police telephone box from London, England. That's right, Adolf. The British are coming.

Rory: I think he just fainted.
The Doctor: Yes, that was a faint. A perfect feint.

Mels: When I was little I was going to marry you.
The Doctor: Good idea. Let's get married. You stay alive and I'll marry you. Deal? Deal.
Mels: Shouldn't you ask my parents' permission?
The Doctor: As soon as you're well I'll get them on the phone.
Mels: Might as well do it now. Since they're both right here. {silence} Penny in the air. Penny drops.
Rory: What the hell's going on?
The Doctor: Back back back! Get back!
Mels: Last time I did this, I ended up a toddler... in the middle of New York.
Amy: Okay, Doctor. Explain what is happening, please.
The Doctor: Mels. Short for.
Mels: Melody.
Amy: Yeah, I named my daughter after her.
The Doctor: You named your daughter after your daughter.

River: Who's River Song?
The Doctor: Spoilers.
River: Spoilers? What's spoilers? Hang on, just something I have to check.

The Doctor: This isn't the River Song we know yet. This is her right at the start. She doesn't even know her name.

River: Well enough of all that. Down to business.
The Doctor: Oh hello. I thought we were getting married.
River: I told you, I'm not a wedding person.
Rory: Doctor, what's she doing?
The Doctor: What she's programmed to.
Rory: Yeah but where'd she get the gun.
The Doctor: "Hello, Benjamin."
River: You noticed. {she fires an empty gun}
The Doctor: Of course I noticed. As soon as I knew you were coming I tidied up a bit.
River: I know you did.
The Doctor: I know you know. {she pulls a banana on him}
River: Goodness. Is killing you going to take all day?
The Doctor: Why? You busy?
River: Oh, I'm not complaining.
The Doctor: If you were in a hurry you could have killed me in the corn field.
River: We'd only just met. I'm a psychopath. I'm not rude.
Amy: You are not a psychopath! {to the Doctor} Why would she be a psychopath?
River: Oh mummy, mummy, pay attention. I was trained and conditioned for one purpose. I was born to kill the Doctor.
The Doctor: Demon's Run. Remember? This is what they were building. My bespoke psychopath.
River: Hello sweetie. {she kisses him}
The Doctor: Only River Song gets to call me that.
River: And who's River Song?
The Doctor: An old friend of mine.
River: Stupid name.

River: Look at that. Berlin on the eve of war. A whole world about to tear itself apart. My kind of town. Mom, Dad, don't follow me. And yes, that is a warning.
The Doctor: Fair warning from me then.
River: No need, my love. The deed is done. And so are you. {The Doctor stumbles}
Amy: Doctor, what's wrong?
The Doctor: What have you done? River?
River: Oh, River River River. More than a friend I think.
The Doctor: What have you done?!
River: It was never going to be a gun for you, Doctor. The man of peace. The one who understands every kind of warfare except perhaps the cruelest. Kiss kiss. {she dives off the building}.

Rory: What's wrong? What has she done to you?
The Doctor: Poisoned me. But I'm fine. {thinks better} Well no. I'm dying. But I've got a plan.
Amy: What plan?
The Doctor: Not dying. See? Fine.

Amy: You said the smoke was deadly.
The Doctor: No, the smoke's fine. The poison will kill me first. Now get after River!
Amy: I don't understand, okay? One minute she's going to marry you and then she's going to kill you.
The Doctor: Well she's been brainwashed. It all makes sense to her. Plus, she's a woman. Oh shut up, I'm dying!

The Doctor: Shutting down. I need an interface. Voice interface, come on. Emergency. {The Doctor hologram appears}
The Doctor Hologram: Voice interface enabled.
The Doctor: Oh no no no. Give me someone I like. {Rose appears}. Thanks! Give me guilt. {Martha} Also guilt. {Donna} More guilt! Come on. There must be someone left in the universe I haven't screwed up yet.
Amelia Hologram: Voice interface enabled.
The Doctor: Oh. Amelia Pond. Before I got it all wrong. My sweet little Amelia.
Amelia Hologram: I am not Amelia Pond. I am a voice interface.
The Doctor: Let's run away and have adventures. Come along, Pond.
Amelia Hologram: I am not Amelia Pond. I am a voice interface.
The Doctor: You are so Scottish. How am I doing?
Amelia Hologram: Your system has been contaminated by the poison of the Judas tree. You will be dead in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: Okay, so. Basically better regenerate, that's what you're saying.
Amelia Hologram: Regeneration disabled. You will be dead in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: Unless I'm cured, yeah?
Amelia Hologram: There is no cure. You will be dead in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: Why do you keep saying that?
Amelia Hologram: Because you will be dead in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: You see, there you go again. Basically skipping thirty-one whole minutes when I'm absolutely fine. Scottish, that's all I'm saying.
Amelia Hologram: You will be fine for thirty-one minutes. You will be dead in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: Scotland's never conquered anyone, you know. Not even a Shetland. River needs me. She's only just beginning. I can't die now.
Amelia Hologram: You will not die now. You will die in thirty-two minutes.
The Doctor: I'm going out in the first round! Ringing any bells? {he convulses} Need something for the pain now. Come on, Amelia. It's me.
Amelia Hologram: I am not Amelia Pond. I am a voice interface.
The Doctor: Amelia. Listen to me. I can be brave for you. But you have go to tell me how.
I am not Amelia Pond. I am a voice interface.
The Doctor: Amelia, I...
Amelia Hologram: Fish fingers and custard.
The Doctor: What did you say? Fish fingers and custard! Amelia Pond. Fish fingers and custard. Fish fingers and custard!

River: You're dying! And you stopped to change?
The Doctor: Oh, you should always waste time when you don't have any. Time is not the boss of you. Rule 408. Amelia Pond. Judgment Death machine. Why am I not surprised? Sonic cane.
River: Are you serious?
The Doctor: Never knowingly. Never knowingly be serious. Rule 27. You might want to write these down. Oh! It's a robot. Four hundred and twenty-three life signs inside. A robot worked by tiny people. Love it. But how did you all get in there? Bigger on the inside? No. Basic miniaturization sustained by a compression field. Oo! Watch what you eat. It'll get you every time.

The Doctor: Don't you touch her! Do not harm her in any way!
Carter: Why would you care? She's the woman who kills you.
The Doctor: I'm not dead.
Carter: You're dying.
The Doctor: Well. At least I'm not a time-travelling, shape-shifting robot operated by miniaturized cross people, which I have got to admit, I didn't see coming. What do you want with her?
Carter: She's Melody Pond. According to our records, the woman who kills the Doctor.
The Doctor: And I'm the Doctor, so what's it got to do with you?
Carter: Throughout history, many people have gone unpunished in their lifetimes. Time travel has... responsibilities.
The Doctor laughing: What? You call yourselves time travellers so you decided to punish dead people?
Carter: We don't kill them. We extract them near the end of their established timelines.
The Doctor: And then what?
Carter: Give them hell.

The Doctor: I'd ask you who you think you are, but I think the answer's pretty obvious. So who do you think I am? It sounds like you've got my biography in there. I'd love a peek.
Carter: Our records are obviously sealed to the public. Foreknowledge is dangerous.
The Doctor: Yeah well, I'll be dead in three minutes. There isn't much foreknowledge left.
Carter: Sorry, can't do that.

Robot Amy: Records available.
The Doctor: Question: I'm dying. Who wants me dead?
Robot Amy: The Silents.
The Doctor: What is the Silents? Why is it called that? What does it mean?
Robot Amy: The Silents is not a species. It is a religious order or movement. Their core belief is that Silents will fall when the question is asked.
The Doctor: What question?
Robot Amy: The first question. The oldest question in the universe. Hidden in plain sight.
The Doctor: Yes, but what is the question?
Robot Amy: Unknown.
The Doctor: Oh, well fat lot of use that is, ya big ging. You call yourself a records. Augh! {he convulses again} Kidneys are always the first to quit. I've had better you know.

The Doctor: Please. Now we have to save your parents. Don't run. Now I know you're scared. But never run when you're scared. Rule 7. Please.

River: Look at you. You still care. It's impressive, I'll give you that.
The Doctor: River, please.
River: Again? Who is this River? She's got to be a woman. Am I right?
The Doctor: Help me. Save Amy and Rory. Help me.
River: Tell me about her. Go on.
The Doctor: Just... help me.

Amy: You can't die now. I know you don't die now.
The Doctor: Oh Pond. You've got a schedule for everything.

Rory: Doctor, what do we do? Come on. How do we help you?
The Doctor: No, I'm sorry, Rory. You can't. Nobody can. Ponds. Listen to me. I need to talk to your daughter.

The Doctor: Find her. Find River Song and tell her something for me.
River: Tell her what? {he whispers to her} Well I'm sure she knows—

The Doctor: River. No. What are you doing?
River: Hello Sweetie.

River: He said no one could save him. But he must have known I could.
The Doctor: Rule 1. The Doctor lies.
Nurse: She just needs to rest. She'll be absolutely fine.
The Doctor: No. She won't. {he puts a new blue diary on her nightstand} She'll be absolutely amazing.

Amy: So that's it? We just leave her there?
The Doctor: Sisters of the Infinite Schism. Greatest hospital in the universe.
Amy: Yeah, but she's our daughter. Doctor, she's River. And she's our daughter.
The Doctor: Amy, I know. But we have to let her make her own way now. We have too much foreknowledge. Dangerous thing, foreknowledge. {he looks at his death}
Amy: What's that?
The Doctor: Nothing! Just some data I downloaded from the Teselecta. Very boring.

Rory: Doctor, River was brainwashed to kill you, right?
The Doctor: Well she did kill me. And then she used her remaining lives to bring me back. As first dates go, I'd say that was mixed signals.
Rory: But that stuff that they put in her head. Is that gone now. The River that we know in the future. She is in prison for murder.
Amy: Whose murder?

Amy: Will we see her again?
The Doctor: Oh, she'll come looking for us.
Amy: Yeah, but how? How do people even look for you?
The Doctor: Oh Pond, haven't you figured that one out yet?

The Doctor gets a message on the psychic paper
The Doctor: "Please save me from the monsters." Haven't done this in awhile.
Amy: Um. Done what? What are you doing?
The Doctor: Making a house call.

Rory: No offense, Doctor—
The Doctor: Meaning the opposite.
Rory: But we could get a bus somewhere like this.
The Doctor: The exact the opposite.
Amy: Well I suppose it can't all be planets and history and stuff, Rory.
The Doctor: Yes it can. Of course it can. Planets and history and stuff, that's what we do. But not today, no. Today we're answering a cry for help from the scariest place in the universe. A child's bedroom.

Rory: "Please save me from the monsters." Who sent that?
The Doctor: That's what we're here to find out.
Amy: Sounds like something a kid would say.
The Doctor: Exactly. A scared kid. A very scared kid. So scared that somehow his cry for help got through to us. In the TARDIS.
Amy: Yeah, but you've traced it here?
The Doctor: Exactly. {the elevator arrives} Ah! Going up.

Amy: Hey. Any luck?
The Doctor: Three old ladies, a traffic warden from Croatia and a man with ten cats.
Rory: What are we actually looking for?
The Doctor: Ten cats! Scared kid, remember?
Amy: I found, um, scary kids. Does that count?

Alex: Oh! Right. That was quick.
The Doctor: Was it?
Alex: Claire said she'd phoned someone. Social Services.
The Doctor: Yes. {he looks at the psychic paper} Yes.
Alex: It's not easy, you know. Admitting your kid's got a problem.
The Doctor: You've got a problem, I've got a problem. I'm betting they're connected. I'm the Doctor. Call me Doctor. Uh, what can I call you?
Alex: I'm Alex.
The Doctor: Hello Alex. So. Tell me about George.

Alex: Ever since he was born he's been a funny kid.
The Doctor: Funny's good. We like funny, don't we?

The Doctor: It's got worse though, lately?
Alex: Yeah. We talked about getting help. You know, maybe sending him somewhere. He started getting these nervous tics. You know, funny little cough. Blinking all the time. And now it's got completely out of hand. I mean he's scared to death of everything.
The Doctor: Pantophobia.
Alex: What?
The Doctor: That's what it's called. Pantophobia. Not fear of pants though, if that's what you're thinking. It's the fear of everything. Including pants, I suppose. In that case... Sorry. go on.
Alex: He hates clowns.
The Doctor: Understandable.
Alex: Old toys. He thinks the old lady across the way is a witch. He hates having a bath in case there's something under the water. The lift sounds like somebody's breathing. It's... Look, I dunno. I'm not an expert. Maybe you can get through to him.
The Doctor: I'll do my best.

Alex: Were you having a nightmare, son?
George: It's wasn't a nightmare. I wasn't asleep. {The Doctor appears in the door} Who are you?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
George: A Doctor! Have you come to take me away?
The Doctor: No, George. I just want to talk to you.
George: What about?
The Doctor: About the monsters.

Alex: Maybe it was things on telly. You know?
The Doctor not listening: Right.
Alex: Scary stuff. Getting under his skin. Frightening him.
The Doctor: Mm hm.
Alex: So we stopped letting him watch.
The Doctor: Oh, you don't want to do that.

The Doctor: When I was your age—about, oo, a thousand years ago—I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics. {the tosses the Rubix Cube}. Rubbish. Must be broken. I hate those things. Better tidy it away though, eh? How 'bout in here? {George looks panicked}. No. Not in the cupboard. Why not in the cupboard, George?
Alex: It's a thing. A thing we got him doing ages back. Anything that frighten him, we put it in the cupboard. Creepy toys, scary pictures. That sort of thing.
The Doctor: And is that where the monsters go? Yeah. There's nothing to be scared of, George. It's just a cupboard.

George: Is that a tool?
The Doctor: Screwdriver. A sonic one. And other stuff.
George: Please may I see the other stuff?
The Doctor: You may. {he starts the toys moving} Huh? Pretty cool, eh!

The Doctor: Hm? That's better. No tears from George. That's what I've heard. Go on, give us a smile. There's a brave little soldier. {to himself} Bit rusty at this. Anyway! Let's open this cupboard, eh. Oh, there's nothing to be— {his sonic screwdriver goes wild} Off the scale. Off the scale. Off the scale. But how?

Alex: So, have you got this thing open yet?
The Doctor: No! No no no no no! You don't want to do that!
Alex: Why?
The Doctor: Because George's monsters are real.

Alex: You're supposed to be a professional. I'll never got him to sleep now. You're so irresponsible.
The Doctor: No, Alex. Responsible, very. Cupboard bad. Cupboard not bare. Stay away from cupboard. And there's something else, something I've missed. Something staring me in the face.

Alex: Will you stop making tea. I want you to leave!
The Doctor: No.
Alex: What? What d'you mean, "no"? Leave. Get out. Now, please. Look, maybe this was a bad idea. We should sort out George ourselves.
The Doctor: You can't. {he gets out the milk}
Alex: No one's going to tell us how to run our lives. I don't care who you are or what wheels have been set in motion. We'll sort it.
The Doctor: I'm not just a professional, I'm the Doctor.
Alex: What's that supposed to mean?
The Doctor: It means I've come a long way to get here, Alex. A very long way. George sent a message—a distress call, if you like. Whatever's inside that cupboard is so terrible—so powerful—that it amplified the fears of an ordinary little boy across all the barriers of time and space.
Alex: Eh?
The Doctor: Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire. Through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought. And a whole terrible wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes, they're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you, Alex: monsters are real.
Alex: You're not from Social Services are you?
The Doctor: First things first: you got any jammie dodgers?

The Doctor: Decision: should we open the cupboard?
Alex: Wha-?
The Doctor: Should we...? Well, gotta open the cupboard, haven't we? Of course we have. Come on, Alex. Alex, come on. How else will we ever find out what's going on here?
Alex: Right. But you said—
The Doctor: Monsters, yeah. Well that's what I do. Breakfast, dinner and tea. Fight the monsters! So this, this, is just an average day at the office for me.
Alex: Okay, yeah. You're right.
The Doctor: Or maybe we shouldn't open the cupboard.
Alex: Eh?
The Doctor: We have no idea what might be in there. How powerful, how evil that thing might be.
Alex: We don't?
The Doctor: Come on, Alex! Alex, come on! Are you crazy? We can't open the cupboard!
Alex: God no! No, we mustn't!
The Doctor: Right. That settles it.
Alex: Settles what?
The Doctor: We're gonna open the cupboard.

The Doctor: I don't understand. It has to be the cupboard. The readings from the sonic screwdriver, they were—

The Doctor: How old is George, Alex?
Alex: What? How old?
The Doctor: Yes. How old is George?
Alex: But I told you, just turned eight.
The Doctor: So you remember when he was born then.
Alex: Of course.
The Doctor: Of course you do, how could you not. You and Claire, Christmas Eve 2002. Right?
Alex: What? Yeah.
The Doctor: Couple of weeks before George was born. Tell me about the day he arrived. Must have been wonderful.
Alex: Well it was the best day of my... life.
The Doctor: You sure?
Alex: Yes.
The Doctor: You don't sound sure.
Alex: What are you trying to say?

Alex: Look, I don't like this. I told you before, I want you to go.
The Doctor: What's the matter, Alex?
Alex: I can't— Oh no. Oh, this is scary.
The Doctor: No, Alex. This is scary. Claire with baby George. Newborn, yes?
Alex: Yes.
The Doctor: Less than a month after Christmas.
Alex: So?
The Doctor: So look! Look! Claire's not pregnant.
Alex: What?
The Doctor: Not pregnant.
Alex: Well of course not. Claire can't have kids!

The Doctor: Say that again.
Alex: We tried everything. She was desperate. As much IVF as we could afford, but... Claire can't have kids. How... how can I have forgotten that?

The Doctor: Who are you, George?
Alex: It's not possible. This isn't...
The Doctor: George... {the cupboard opens up and Alex and the Doctor get pulled in}
George: Please save me from the monsters! Please save me from the monsters!

Alex: We went into the cupboard. How can it be bigger in here?
The Doctor: More common than you think, actually. You okay?
Alex: Where are we?
The Doctor: Obvious, isn't it?
Alex: No!
The Doctor: Doll's house. We're inside the doll's house.
Alex: The doll's house?
The Doctor: Yeah, in the cupboard in your flat. The doll's house.
Alex: No look. Slow down, would you?
The Doctor: Look. Wooden chicken. Cup, saucers, plates, knives, forks. Fruit. Chicken's wood. So. We're either inside the doll's house or this is a refuge for dirty posh people who eat wooden food. Or termites. Giant termites trying to get on The Property Ladder. No, That's possible. Is that possible?

Alex: What is he? What is George? And how could I forget that Claire can't have kids? How?
The Doctor: Perception filter. Some kind of hugely powerful perception filter convinced you and Claire—everyone. Made you change your memories. Now. What could do that?

The Doctor: So. Claire can't have kids and something responded to that. Responded to that need. What could do that?
Alex: Well I thought you were the expert, fighting monsters all day long. You tell me!
The Doctor: Oy! Listen, [?]. Old eyes, remember, I've been around the block a few times. More than a few. They've knocked down the blocks I've been around and rebuilt them as bigger blocks. Super blocks! I've been around them as well. I can't remember everything. Like trying to remember the name of someone you met at a party when you were two.

The Doctor: What do you tell George to do, Alex, with everything that scares him?
Alex: Put it in the cupboard.
The Doctor: Exactly! And George isn't just an ordinary little boy. We know that now. So anything scary he puts in here. Scary toys, like the doll's house. Scary noises, like the lift. Even his own rituals have become part of it. His psyche— A repository for all his fears. But what is he?

Alex: Gun! You've got a gun!
The Doctor: It's not a gun! {he tries the screwdriver again} Wood! I've got to invent a setting for wood. It's embarrassing.

The Doctor: Massive psychic field, perfect perception filter. And that need! That need of Claire's to, to... stupid Doctor! {hits himself} Ow! George is a Tenza. Of course he is.
Alex: He's a what?
The Doctor: A cuckoo. A cuckoo in a nest. A Tenza. He's a Tenza. Millions of them hatch in space and then—woof—off they drift, looking for a nest. The Tenza young can sense exactly what their foster parents want and then they assimilate perfectly.
Alex: George is an alien?
The Doctor: Yep!

The Doctor: George isn't even aware that he's controlling it. So we have to make him aware.

The Doctor: George, George, listen to me. You have to end it! End it now! {George opens the cupboard}

The Doctor: George you created this whole world. This whole thing. You can smash it. You can destroy it. {George shakes his head} Something's holding him back.

Alex: But how can we keep him? He's not...
The Doctor: Not what?
Alex: Human.
The Doctor: No.
George: Dad!

The Doctor: Oh! You're Claire I'd expect. Claire. How do you feel about kippers?
Claire: Uh... Who—
Alex: They sent someone. About George. It's all sorted.
The Doctor: Yeah. We had a great time, didn't we?
George: Yeah!
The Doctor: See? He's fine.
Claire: What, just like that?
The Doctor: Yes. Trust me.

Alex: Doctor, wait!
The Doctor: Sorry, yes! Bye!
Alex: You can't just— I mean.
The Doctor: It's sorted. You sorted it. Good man, Alex. I'm proud of ya.
Alex: But that's it?
The Doctor: Well apart from making sure he eats his greens and getting him into a good school. Yes.
Alex: Is he gonna, I don't know, sprout another head. Or three eyes or something?
The Doctor: He's one of the Tenza. He'll adapt perfectly now. {sees George} Hey! He'll be whatever you want him to be. Might pop back around puberty, mind you! Always a funny time.

The Doctor: Come on, you two. Things to do. People to see. Whole civilizations to save. You feeling okay?
Amy: Um, I think so.
The Doctor: And it's good to be all back together again. In the flesh.

The Doctor: Now, did someone mention something about planets and history and stuff?
Rory: Yeah.
The Doctor: Where do you want to go?
Amy: Um...
The Doctor: Mind's gone blank.
Amy: Well I have just been turned into a wooden dolly.
The Doctor: Excuses excuses.
Rory: It's tough though. It's like you're given three wishes. The whole universe?
The Doctor: Universes. Oo! Three wishes and a []. How about that?

Tick tock goes the clock, even for the Doctor