Amelia Pond: Dear Santa, Thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack but I know it's not. Because at night there's voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it. Or a policeman... or... hears the TARDIS crashing in the backyard Back in a moment. Looks out the window. Thank you Santa.

Amelia Pond: Did you come about the crack in my wall?
The Doctor: What cra— he falls
Amelia Pond: Are you all right, Mister?
The Doctor: I'm fine! I'm okay! This is all perfectly normal.

The Doctor: The crack in your wall, does it scare you?
Amelia Pond: Yes.
The Doctor: Well then, no time to lose. I'm the Doctor. Do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions, and don't wander off. turns and smacks into a tree
Amelia Pond: You alright?
The Doctor: Better days. Steering's a bit off.

Amelia: Got some carrots.
The Doctor: Carrots. Are you insane? Hang on, I know what I need. Fish fingers. And custard.

The Doctor: You're not afraid of anything. Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats fish custard. And look at you, just sitting there. So you know what I think.
Amelia: What?
The Doctor: Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.

Sign over the Vators: Mind the doors.

Poem Girl: A horse and a man. Above below. One has a plan but both must go. Mile after mile, above beneath. One has a smile and one has teeth. Though the man above might say hello expect no love from the beast below.

Amy: My name is Amy Pond. When I was seven I had an imaginary friend. Last night was the night before my wedding. My imaginary friend came back.

Amy: I'm in the future. Like hundreds of years in the future. I've been dead for centuries.
The Doctor: Oh... lovely. You're a cheery one. Never mind dead! Look at this place. Isn't it wrong?

Amy: One little girl crying. So?
The Doctor: Crying silently. I mean children cry because they want attention. 'Cause they're hurt or afraid. When they cry silently it's 'cause they just can't stop.

Starship UK Video: You are here because you want to know the truth about this starship. And I am talking to you because you're entitled to know. When this presentation is finished, you have a choice. You may either protest. Or forget.

Churchill: So you've changed your face again.
The Doctor: Yeah. Had a bit of work done.

Churchill: We stand alone at a crossroads, Doctor. Quite alone. With our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace.
The Doctor: Such as?
Churchill: Follow me.

The Doctor: Listen to me. Just listen. The Daleks have no conscience. No mercy. No pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You can not trust them.
Churchill: If Hitler invaded Hell I would give a favorable reference to the Devil.

Dalek: Scan reveals nothing. TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent.
The Doctor: Alright, it's a Jammie Dodger. But I was promised tea!

The Doctor looking through the display cases: Wrong. Wrong. Bit right, mostly wrong. I love museums!

The Doctor: There were days—there were many days—these words could burn stars... raise up empires... and topple gods.
Amy: What does this say?
The Doctor: “Hello Sweetie.”

River: Doctor.
The Doctor: River.
River: Follow that ship.

Amy: Explain. Who's that and how did she do that museum thing?
The Doctor: It's a long story and I don't know most of it.

Father Octavian: Has Dr. Song explained what we're dealing with?
River: Doctor, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?

The Doctor: The security protocols are still online and there's no way to override them. It's impossible.
River: How impossible?
The Doctor: A few minutes.

Octavian: Dr. Song, I've lost good clerics today. You trust this man?
River: I absolutely trust him.
Octavian: He's not some kind of mad man then?
River: I absolutely trust him.

The Doctor: Here's what I want to know. What have you done to Amy?
Bob: There's something in her eye.
The Doctor: What's in her eye?
Bob: We are.

The Doctorto himself: Do. Not. Blink.

The Doctor: Amy. You need to start trusting me. It's never been more important.
Amy: But you don't always tell me the truth.
The Doctor: If I always told you the truth I wouldn't need you to trust me.

The Doctor: Rory! That's a relief. Thought I'd burst out of the wrong cake. Again. That reminds me, there's a girl standing outside in a bikini. Could somebody let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy. Lovely girl. {whispering} Diabetic.

The Doctor: The life out there, it dazzles. I mean, it blinds you to the things that are important. I've seen it devour relationships entirely. {the TARDIS sparks} It's meant to do that. Because for one person to have seen all that, to have tasted the glory, and then go back.

The Doctor: It's a lot to take in, isn't it. Tiny box, huge room inside. Let me explain—
Rory: It's another dimension.
The Doctor: It's basically another dimension— What?
Rory: After what happened with Prisoner Zero I've been reading up all on the latest scientific theories. FTL travel, parallel universes.
The Doctor: I like the bit when someone says "It's bigger on the inside." I always look forward to that.

The Doctor to the mirror: Hello Handsome.
The Girls: Who are you?
The Doctor: How are you doing that?! I am loving it! You're like Houdini, only five slutty, scary girls.

Rory: You know what's dangerous about you? Something you make people take risks is you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don't want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around.

The Doctor: Well I wanted to see how you were. You know me, I don't just abandon people when they leave the TARDIS. This Time Lord's for life. You don't get rid of your old pal the Doctor so easily.
Amy: You came here by mistake, didn't you.
The Doctor: Yeah. Bit of a mistake. But look, what a result.

Amy: You had the same dream.
The Doctor: Basically.
Rory: You said it was a nightmare.
The Doctor: Did I say nightmare? No. More of a really good... mare.

The Doctor: Look round you. Examine everything. Look for all the details that don't ring true.
Rory: Okay, well we're on a spaceship that's bigger on the inside than the outside.
Amy: With a bowtie-wearing idiot.
Rory: So maybe "what rings true" isn't so simple.
The Doctor: Valid point.

Amy: Who are you and what do you want? The Doctor knows you but he's not telling me who you are. And he always does. Takes him awhile sometimes but he tells me. So you're something different.
Dream Lord: Oh, so is that who you think you are? The one he trusts?
Amy: Actually, yes.
Dream Lord: The only girl in the universe to whom the Doctor tells everything.
Amy: Yes.
Dream Lord: So what's his name?

The Doctor: It knows we're here. It's attacking. The ground's attacking us. Under the circumstances I'd suggest... Run!

Elliot: There's only one explanation as far as I can see.
Rory: What's that then?
Elliot: The graves eat people. Devour them whole. Leaving no trace.
Rory: Not sure about that.
Elliot: They didn't steal the body from above. They couldn't have got it from the sides. Only other thing is the dead did it from underneath.
Rory: Not very likely though.
Elliot: When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains—however improbable—must be the truth.
Rory: Sorry?
Elliot: Sherlock Holmes. Got the audio book. The graves around you eat people.

Tony Mack: You're not making any sense, man.
The Doctor: Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up.

The Doctor: Oh Nasreen. Those trace minerals weren't X marking the spot, saying "dig here". They were a warning: "Stay away". 'Cause while you've been drilling down, somebody else has been drilling up.

The Doctor: That noise isn't a drill. It's a transport. Three of them. Thirty kilometers down. Major speed looks about 150 kilometers now. Should be here in... oo, quite soon. Twelve minutes. Whatever bioprogrammed the Earth is on its way up. Now.

Eldane: This is the story of our planet. Earth. On the day a thousand years past when we came to share it with a race known as humanity. It is the story of the Doctor who helped our races find common ground, and the terrible loses he suffered. It is the story of our past and must never be forgotten.

Rory: I promise you, Ambrose, I trust the Doctor with my life. We stick to his plan.

The Doctor: Not got any celery do you? No. No, not really the climate. Tomatoes though. You'd do a roaring trade in those. I'm the Doctor. Oh, and there's Nasreen.
Nasreen: Oh, green man.
The Doctor: Hello. Who are you?
Restac: Restac. Military command.
The Doctor: Oh do you really? There's always a military, isn't there.

Amy: Let them go.
The Doctor: Amy! Oh, there's a girl to rely on.

Musée d’Orsay

Amy: All these places you're taking me—Arcadia, the Trojan Gardens, now this— I think it's suspicious.
The Doctor: What? It's not. There's nothing to be suspicious about.
Amy: Okay. I was joking. Why aren't you?

Young kid: Who is it?
Young kid: It's the doctor! He was the doctor who took care of van Gogh when he started to go mad.
Young kid: I knew that.

Amy: Look! There it is. The actual one.
The Doctor: Yes. You can almost feel his hand painting it right in front of you. Carving the colors into shapes. Wait a minute.
Amy: What?
The Doctor: What. Just. Look at that.
Amy: What?
The Doctor: Something very not good indeed.
Amy: What very not good—
The Doctor: Look. There! In the window of the church.
Amy: Is that a face?
The Doctor: Yes. And not a nice face at all. I know evil when I see it and I see it in that window.

The Doctor: Art can wait. This is life and death. We need to talk to Vincent Van Gogh.

Craig: But I only put the advert up today. I didn't put my address.
The Doctor: Well aren't you lucky I came along. More lucky than you know. Less of a young professional. More of an ancient amateur. But frankly I'm a dream.

The Doctor: Don't spend it all on sweets unless you like sweets—I like sweets. Oh! That's how they greet each other nowadays isn't it? I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. Still don't know why.

Craig: Has anyone ever told you that you're a bit weird?
The Doctor: They never really stop.

The Doctor: Now all I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong.
Amy: Have you seen you?

Craig: Me and you, it's not going to work out. You've only been here three days and it's been the weirdest three days of my life.
The Doctor: Your days would get a lot weirder if I go.

France 1890

Madame Vernet: Look at this. shows him the latest painting Even worse than his usual rubbish. What's it supposed to be?

Cabinet War Rooms, London 1941

Bracewell: It was found behind the wall in an attic in France. It's genuine. It's a van Gogh.
Churchill: Why bring it to me?
Bracewell: Because it's obviously a message. And you can see who it's for.
Churchill: Can't say I understand it.
Bracewell: You're not supposed to understand it, Prime Minister. You're supposed to deliver it.

Stormcage Containment Facility 5145

River Song: You're new here, aren't you.
Guard: First day.
River Song: Then I'm very sorry.

The Royal Collection 5145

Liz Ten: The Doctor?
River Song: He's in trouble. I need to find him.
Liz Ten: Then why are you stealing a painting?
River Song: Look at it. I need to find the Doctor. And I need to show him this.

The Maldovarium 5145

River: This is a Calisto Pulse. It can disarm micro-explosives from up to twenty feet.
What kind of micro-explosives?
River: The kind I just put in your wine.

Amy: Why is it exploding?
River: I'm assuming it's some kind of warning.
Amy: So something's going to happen to the TARDIS.
River: It might not be that literal. Anyway, this is where he wanted you. Date and map reference on the door side, see.
The Doctor: Does is have a title?
River: "The Pandorica Opens".
Amy: The Pandorica. What is it?
River: A box. A cage. A prison. It was built to contain the most feared thing in the whole Universe.
The Doctor: And it's a fairy tale—a legend. It can't be real!

1,894 years later...

Amelia Pond: Dear Santa, Thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack but I know it's not, 'cause at night there's voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman... or... {hears something outside.} Back in a moment. {she looks out the window and there's nothing there}

Amelia touches the Pandorica, which starts to glow and opens to reveal:
Amy: Okay, kid. This is where it gets complicated.

The Doctor: History has collapsed. Whole races have been deleted from existence. These are just like after-images. Echoes. Fossils in time made from prints of the Neverwere.
Rory: Uh. What does that mean?
The Doctor: Total event collapse. The Universe literally never happened.
Rory: So how can we be here? What's keeping us safe?
The Doctor: Nothing. Eye of the Storm, that's all. We're just the last light to go out. Amy. Where's Amy?
Rory: I killed her.
The Doctor: Oh Rory.