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 I hear voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it. Or a policeman... or... (hears noise in the garden.) Back in a moment. (Looks out the window.) Thank you Santa.
The Doctor: I heard you on the radio. You called for back up.
Amy: I was pretending. It's a pretend radio.
The Doctor: But you're a policewoman.
Amy: I'm a kiss-o-gram!
The Doctor: You're Amelia!
Amy: You're late.
The Doctor: Amelia Pond. You're the little girl.
Amy: I'm Amelia. And you're late.
The Doctor: What happened?
Amy: Twelve years.
The Doctor: You hit me with a cricket bat.
Amy: Twelve years.
The Doctor: A cricket bat.
Amy: Twelve years and four psychiatrists!
The Doctor: Amy Pond. The girl who waited. You waited long enough.
Amy: When I was a kid, you said there was a swimming pool. And a library, and the swimming pool was in the library.
The Doctor: Yeah, not sure where it's got to now. It'll turn up. So, coming?
The Doctor: You wanted to come 14 years ago.
Amy: I grew up.
The Doctor: Don't worry. I'll soon fix that.
Amy: I was starting to think you were just, like, a mad man with a box.
The Doctor: Amy Pond, there's something you better understand about me 'cause it's important. And one day your life may depend on it. I am definitely a mad man with a box.
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.
You never interfere in the affairs of other peoples or plants unless there's children crying.
Mandy: You sound Scottish.
Amy: I am Scottish. What's wrong with that? Scotland's gotta be here somewhere.
Mandy: No. They wanted their own ship.
Amy: Good for them. Nothing changes.
Yeah, well you've stopped torturing the pilot. Gotta help.
The Star Whale didn't come like a miracle all those years ago. It volunteered. You didn't have to trap it or torture it. That was all just you. It came because it couldn't stand to watch your children cry. What if you were really old and really kind and alone—your whole race dead, no future. What could you do then? If you were that old and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.
The Doctor: Amy, you could have killed everyone on this ship.
Amy: And you could have killed a Star Whale.
The Doctor: What?
Amy: So you have enemies then.
The Doctor: Everyone's got enemies.
Amy: Yeah but mine's outside Budgens with the mental Jack Russell. You've got, you know, like archenemies.
Amy: You've got a time machine. What do you need museums for?
The Doctor: Wrong! Very wrong. Oo! One of mine. Also one of mine.
Amy: Oh I see. It's how you keep score.
Are you all Mr. Grumpy Face today?
Ooh, Doctor, you sonicked her!
Blimey, your teeth. Have you got space teeth?
The Doctor: Amy, listen to me. I am 907 years old. Do you understand what that means?
Amy: It's been awhile?
The Doctor: Amy Pond. Mad, impossible Amy Pond.
Hey, look at this. Got my spaceship, got my boys. So, my work here is done!
Amy: You came here by mistake, didn't you.
The Doctor: Yeah. Bit of a mistake. But look, what a result.
My boys. My Poncho Boys. If we're going to die, let's die looking like a Peruvian folk band.
Can we not do the running thing?
Amy: Shall I run and get the manual?
The Doctor: I threw it in a supernova.
Amy: You threw the manual in a supernova... why?
The Doctor: Because I disagreed with it.
It's not really real, is it? I mean would I be happy settling down in a place with a pub, two shops and a really bad amateur dramatic society? That's why I got pregnant, so I don't have to see them doing Oklahoma.
The Doctor: You're very sure? This could be the real world.
Amy: It can't. Rory isn't here. I didn't know. I honestly didn't until right now. I just want him.
The Doctor: Okay.
Amy: I love Rory and I never told him. And now he's gone.
Doctor, stop trying to distract us. We're in the wrong place. It's freezing and I'm dressed for Rio, here. Not some— Doctor, are you listening to me? It's a graveyard. You promised me a beach.
The Doctor: Restricted access. No unauthorized personnel.
Amy: That is breaking and entering!
The Doctor: What did I break? Sonic-ing and entering, totally different.
Amy: Oh please. Have you always been this disgusting?
The Doctor: No. That's recent.
The Doctor: Amy, only one thought, one simple instruction: don't follow me under any circumstances.
Amy: I won't.
Vincent Van Gogh: Will you follow him?
Amy: Of course.
Vincent Van Gogh: I love you.
Amy: Time can be rewritten! I know it can. Come on! Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings.
The Doctor: I'm not sure there will.
Amy: If we had got married our kids would have had very very red hair.
The Doctor: The ultimate ginger.
Amy: The ultimate ging. Brighter than sunflowers.
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?
The Doctor: So you're just going to be snide. No helpful hints.
Amy: Hm. Well, here's one.
Bow tie: get rid.
The Doctor: It's too normal!
Amy: Only for you could too normal be a problem.
Amy: That's a Roman legion.
The Doctor: Yeah. The Romans invaded Britain several times during this period.
Amy: Oh, I know. My favorite topic at school. "Invasion of the Hot Italians". Yeah, I did get marked down for the title.
Okay, kid. This is where it gets complicated.
The Doctor: Amelia's house. When she was seven. The night she waited. The Girl Who Waited. C'mere you. It's funny. I thought if you could hear me I could hang on somehow. See me. See the old Doctor. When you wake up you'll have a mom and dad. And you won't even remember me. Well. You'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. That's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? 'Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh that box. Amy, you'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would have had. Never had. In your dreams they'll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came. The cracks are closing. But they can't close properly 'til I'm on the other side. I don't belong here anymore. I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye bye, Pond.
Amy: When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend. The Raggedy Doctor. My Raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary. He was real. I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too. Raggedy Man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding! I found you. I found you with words like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story. The brand new ancient blue box. Oh clever. Very clever. Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.
Rory: It's the Doctor. How did we forget the Doctor. I was plastic...
Amy: Okay, Doctor. Did I surprise you this time?
The Doctor: Uh yeah. Completely astonished. Never expected that. How lucky that I happen to be wearing this old thing. Hello everyone! I'm Amy's imaginary friend! But I came anyway.
Amy: You absolutely definitely may kiss the bride.
Oy! Where are you off to? We haven't even had a snog in the shrubbery yet.
Amy: (Amy has encountered a future version of herself) Do I really look like that?
Amy: Yeah, yeah you do.
Amy: Mmmm... I'd give you a driver's license.
Amy: I'll bet you would.
The Doctor: Ohhh... this is how it all ends... Pond flirting with herself... true love at last.
It's like he's being deliberately ridiculous, trying to attract our attention.
Amy: Someone's been a busy boy then, eh.
The Doctor: Did you see me?
Amy: Of course.
The Doctor: Stalker.
The Doctor: And Rory the Roman!
I love you. I know you think it's him. I know you think it ought to be him. But it's not. It's you. And when I see you again I'm gonna tell you properly. Just to see your stupid face. My life was so boring before you just dropped out of the sky. Just get your stupid face where I could see it, okay? Okay.
Is this really important, flirting? Because I feel like I should be higher on the list right now.
Amy: Rory? Little help?
Rory: Yeah. Hey, listen, right? She's not a doxy!
Amy: I didn't mean just tell them off! Thanks anyway.
Captain Avery: Put down the sword. A sword could kill us all, girl.
Amy: Yeah. Thanks. That's actually why I'm pointing it at you.
The Doctor: We need to go somewhere with no water.
Amy: Well thank god we're not in the middle of the ocean.
The Doctor: Ignore all my previous theories!
Amy: Yeah, well we stopped paying attention a while back.
Amy: I told you to look after him.
Rory: He'll be fine. He's a Time Lord.
Amy: It's just what they're called. It doesn't mean he actually knows what he's doing.
The Doctor: She's a woman. And she's the TARDIS.
Amy: Did you wish really hard?
Amy: Spacey wacey, isn't it?
The Doctor: Well actually it's because the Time Lords discovered that if you take an eleventh dimensional matrix and fold it into a mechanical then— Yes, it's spacey wacey!
Look at you pair. It's always you and her isn't it? Long after the rest of us have gone. A boy and his box off to see the universe.
Amy: Okay. Um. Doctor, this time could we lose the bunkbeds?
The Doctor: No! Bunk beds are cool. A bed. With a ladder. You can't beat that.
Amy: Doctor, Rory.
The Doctor: Rory.
The Doctor: Oh Rory. Rory! Always with the Rory!
Amy: Okay. Well I'm glad you solved the problem of confusing.
The Doctor: That's sarcasm.
The Doctor: She's very good at sarcasm.
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: Tough, dependable, sexy.
Amy: I never thought it possible.
The Doctor: What?
Amy: You're twice the man I thought you were.
Amy: Rory, no offense to the others, but you let them all die first, okay?
Rory: You're so Scottish.