Character: Amy Pond

“I think you've watched too many horror movies,” Rory said.

“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.

“Quiet as a mouse,” said the red-haired girl. - More precisely, like two mice.

- It happens. Sometimes you can get lost on the street. But you can't go to the moon.

“I don’t mind the rain,” Amy told him. “I’m Scottish, remember?

“Hmm,” the Doctor thought for a moment. - About a thousand years. Plus or minus eyelids. I run away - they catch, I run away - they catch - that's a summary of all my lives.

“Wait,” Amy said. - Do you happen to have another one of the same bag? Only the size of a handbag? You know how it is, lipstick, a handkerchief, sunglasses, keys - and there’s no room for the kitchen sink.

“Wait,” Amy said. - Do you happen to have another one of the same bag? Only the size of a handbag? You know how it is, lipstick, a handkerchief, sunglasses, keys - and there’s no room for the kitchen sink.

“This is a crying angel,” said the Doctor. “A stone monster. Lonely killer.

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

“I booked tickets for us a few weeks ago. At least that's what I was just told at the checkout. So it's best to make sure that this is the case. Remind me then to go back in time and buy them, okay? The universe could explode if I don't.

- And it should be! - said the Doctor harshly, - What is the point of what we do if we cannot help everyone?