Character: Rory Williams

“Maybe not,” said the Doorman. “But a thick wooden door will do it.

- Right. That is why I insisted on going down. Subconsciously, you told yourself to avoid what may lurk below, in the darkness, and therefore we go to look at what is there.

"Something old," Rory corrected her. - You wanted to say about something old.

0002. Nothing.

- Monster! - there was a trembling voice from the second row.

- I like this idea. Very like. Storing up memories together, brilliantly!

“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?

- 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 ...

- 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.

"Your girlfriend got it right," the Doctor quipped, and Rory flinched, expecting Amy's tirade about the sharpness of "Your Girlfriend."