River: Hello, Dad.
Rory: Where am I? How the hell did I get here?
River: I haven't the faintest idea. But you'll probably want to put your hands up.
Hood (Bentley Kalu): Melody Malone.
Rory: You're Melody!?

River: You didn't come here in the TARDIS obviously.
Rory: Why?
River: You couldn't have.

River: This city's full of time distortions. It'd be impossible to land the TARDIS here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard. Even I couldn't do it.

Rory: Well how did you get here?
River: Vortex manipulator. Less bulky than a TARDIS. A motorbike through traffic. You?
Rory: I'm... not sure.

River: Huh. Early Chin Dynasty, I'd say.
Grayle: Correct. Are you an archaeologist as well as a detective?

Grayle: Early Chin Dynasty, just as you say. You're very well-informed.
River: And you're very afraid. That's an awful lot of locks for one door.
{The Chinese on the vase translates itself into Rapture of Summer}
Rory: River, I'm translating.
River: It's a gift of the TARDIS. It hangs around.
Grayle: This one. Put him somewhere uncomfortable.
Hood: With the babies, sir?
Grayle: Yes. Why not. Give him to the babies.

River: Let's see. Crime boss with a collecting fetish. Whatever you don't want anyone to see has got to be your favorite. Or possibly.... your girlfriend. {she unveils a Weeping Angel} So, girlfriend then.
Grayle: What are you doing?
River on the vortex manipulator: Oh you know. Texting a boy.

Grayle: These things are all over. And people don't seem to notice. It never moves while you're looking.
River: Oh, I know how they work.
Grayle: So I understand. Melody Malone, the detective that investigates Angels.
River: It's badly damaged.
Grayle: I wanted to know if it could feel pain.
River: You realize it's screaming. The others can hear. Is that why you need all the locks?
{Grayle shuts out the lights briefly, and River is caught by the Angel}
Grayle: You're going to tell me all about these creatures. And you're going to do it quickly.

River: The Angels are predators. They're deadly. What do you want with them?
Grayle: I'm a collector. What collector could resist these. I'm only human.
River: That's exactly what they're thinking.
Grayle: What's that? What's happening? {the TARDIS sounds outside} Is it an earthquake? What is this!?
River: Oh you bad boy. You could burn New York.
Grayle: What does that mean?!
River: It means, Mr. Grayle, just you wait 'til my husband gets home.

The Doctor: Sorry I'm late, honey. Traffic was hell. {she laughs and he checks Grayle} Shock. He'll be fine.
River: Not if I can get loose.

The Doctor: So where are we now, Doctor Song? How's prison.
River: Oh I was pardoned ages ago. And it's Professor Song, to you.
The Doctor: Pardoned?
River: Mm. Turns out the person I killed never existed in the first place. Apparently there's no record of him. It's almost as if someone's gone around deleting himself from every database in the universe.
The Doctor: Hm. You said I got too big.
River: And now no one's ever heard of you. Didn't you used to be somebody?
The Doctor: Weren't you the woman who killed the Doctor?
River: Doctor Who?

The Doctor: She's holding you very tight.
River: At least she didn't send me back in time.
The Doctor: I doubt she's strong enough.
River: Well I need a hand back. So which is it going to be? Are you going to break my wrist or hers? {he just looks at her} Oh no. Really? Why do you have to break mine?
The Doctor: Because Amy read it in a book. And now I have no choice. {to Amy} You see?
River: Well what book?
The Doctor: Your book. Which you haven't written yet. So we can't read!
River: I see. I don't like the cover much.
Amy: But if River's going to write that book she'd make it useful, yeah?
River: Well I'll certainly try. But we can't read ahead, it's too dangerous.
Amy: I know, but there must be something we can look at.
The Doctor: What, a page of handy hints? Previews, spoiler-free.
Amy: Chapter titles.

River: Doctor. Doctor, what is it? What's wrong? Tell me. Doctor. Doctor, what is it? Tell me. {The Doctor reads Amelia's Last Farewell} Okay. I know that face. Calm down! Calm down! Talk to me! Doctor!
The Doctor: No! You get your wrist out! You get your wrist out without breaking it!
River: How?
The Doctor: I don't know! Just change the future!

Amy: So is this what's going to happen? We just keep chasing him back in time and they keep pulling him further back?
River walking in: He isn't back in time. I'm reading a displacement but there are no temporal markers. He's been moved in space, but not in time. And it's not that far from here by the look of it.
The Doctor: You got out.
Amy: So where is he?

The Doctor: Well come on, come on, come on! Where is he?
River: If it was that easy I'd get you to do it.
The Doctor: How did you get your wrist out without breaking it?
River: You asked, I did. Problem?
The Doctor: You just changed the future!
River: It's called marriage, honey. Now hush! I'm working.
The Doctor: She's good, huh? Oh! Have you noticed? Really really good.

River: Ah! Wherever it is, it's within a few blocks. There's a car out front. Should we steal it?
The Doctor: Show me! {he grabs her wrist and realizes it's broken}

The Doctor: Why did you lie to me?
River: When one's in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a twelve-year-old, one does one's best to hide the damage.
The Doctor: It must hurt. Come here.
River: Yes. The wrist is pretty bad too. {The Doctor uses his energy to heal her} No no. No, stop that! Stop that! Stop it!
The Doctor: There you go. How's that?
River: Well. Let's see shall we? {she slaps him} That was a stupid waste of regeneration energy! Nothing is gained by you being a sentimental idiot.
The Doctor: River!
River: No! You embarrass me! {she storms off}
The Doctor: River!

Amy: Okay, why did you lie?
River: Never let him see the damage. And never ever let him see you age. He doesn't like endings.

River: Why would the send him here? Why not zap him back in time like they normally do?
The Doctor: We'll know that when we know what this place is.
Amy: Winter Quay.

River: Doctor. Look at this. Why is it smiling?
The Doctor: Amy. Rory! Get out of here, don't look at anything. Don't touch—
Amy: Who is that?
Old Rory: Amy? Amy please... please....
Amy: Rory? {to Young Rory} He's you.
Old Rory: Amy...

The Doctor: Displacing someone back in time creates time energy. And that is what the Angels feed on. But normally its a one-off. A hit-and-run. If they could keep hold of their victims, feed off of their time energy over and over again.... This place is a farm. A battery farm. How many Angels in New York?
River: It's like they've taken over every statue in the city.
The Doctor: Yeah, the Angels take Manhattan because they can. Because they've never had a food source like this one. The City That Never Sleeps.

Rory: Okay. Well they haven't taken me yet. What if I just run? What if I just get the hell out of here. Then that never happens.
The Doctor: It's already happened, Rory. You've just witnessed your own future.
River: Doctor, he's right.
The Doctor: No he isn't.
River: If Rory got out it would create a paradox.
Amy hearing the noise again: What is that?
River: This is the Angels’ food source. The paradox poisons the well. It could kill them all. This whole place would literally un-happen.
The Doctor: It would be almost impossible.
River: I'm loving the almost.
The Doctor: But to create a paradox, like that, takes almost unimaginable power. What have we got, eh? Tell me. Come on.
Amy: I won't let them take him. That's what we've got.

The Doctor: River, I'm not sure this can work.
River: Husband, shut up.

The Doctor: I can't keep doing this.
River: Any ideas?
The Doctor: Yeah, the usual. Run.

River: Doctor! What's happening?
The Doctor: The paradox! It's working! The paradox is working!

River: It could do with a repaint.
The Doctor: I've been busy.
River: Does the bulb on top need changing?
The Doctor: I just changed it.
River: So. Rory and Amy then.
The Doctor: Yes, I know, I know.
River: I'm just saying. They're going to get terribly bored hanging around here all day.

River: Where the hell did that come from?
The Doctor: It's a survivor. Very weak, but keep your eyes on it.
Amy: Where's Rory?
The Doctor: I'm sorry. Amelia. I'm so, so sorry.
Amy: No. No we can just go and get him in the TARDIS. One more paradox.
The Doctor: Would rip New York apart.
Amy: No, that's not true. I don't believe you.
River: Mother, it's true.

Amy: The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him?
The Doctor: I don't know. Nobody knows.
Amy: But it's my best shot, yeah?
The Doctor: No!
River: Doctor, shut up! Yes, yes, it is!
The Doctor: Amy—
Amy: Well then. I just have to blink, right?

The Doctor: River. They were your parents. Sorry. I didn't even think.
River: Doesn't matter.
The Doctor: Course it matters.
River: What matters is this, Doctor. Don't travel alone.
The Doctor: Travel with me then.
River: Whenever and wherever you want. But not all the time. One psychopath per TARDIS, don't you think?

River: Okay, this book I've got to write. Melody Malone. I presume I send it to Amy to get it published?
The Doctor: Yes.
River: I'll tell her to write an afterword. For you. Maybe you'll listen to her.