Book: Doctor Who. The hunt for magic.

- Eh you, skeptic, - the Lord of time was indignant and instantly disappeared from sight.

“I know,” the girl replied. “That’s why I’m marrying him in seventy-five years.

- Is everything so, Doctor? We arrived here, something massive happened, people died, lost their homes, everything they believed in. And are we just leaving? Is that how it should be?

“Yes, but I prefer not to agree with you, Doctor. They were my Gods. They gave me life, purpose. Even immortality. And they thanked me. When they set off on a new journey, I heard them, - the old man smiled again.

“Damn it, that British equanimity!

- A vicious circle, Rory. To stop the Sorcery, we need Weave's intact body. All of Weave's bodies are damaged by Magic, and the only way to restore them is to use Magic, which we cannot do ...

- A vicious circle, Rory. To stop the Sorcery, we need Weave's intact body. All of Weave's bodies are damaged by Magic, and the only way to restore them is to use Magic, which we cannot do ...

- Only ten seconds with us, and already giving orders. Yes, this is definitely the real Amelia Pond.

- I like stupid ideas. Now, a stupid idea would be useful to me. I prefer great ideas, but stupid ones will do too.

“When it collapses,” the Doctor insisted.

“Damn it, Rory, your marriage won't be successful if you can't even tell who Amy is Amy.” He looked at the girl.

These two things are not necessarily incompatible.

“Back,” the girl said quietly. - Don't get too close. I bite consultants.

- One day, when we are saved from the Tanns.