Character: Amy Pond. Page 3

- Think you're the one he trusts?
- Actually, Yes.
The only girl in the Universe, which the Doctor tells everything?
Yes.
- Then, what was his name?

- Think you're the one he trusts?
- Actually, Yes.
The only girl in the Universe, which the Doctor tells everything?
Yes.
- Then, what was his name?

I know when your heart is lying. Yes, Amy Pond.
- Just shut up and leave me alone.
- Okay. And you, which in another world... the Doctor loves redheads. Did he tell you about Elizabeth I? Or rather, she thought that she was the first...
- Will suffice. I know who you are.
- Of course I do not know.
I sure do. I don't know how you got here. But there's only one person in the Universe who hates me as much as you do.

Ten years have passed not for you, not for the Earth, for us. Ten years of life. Life with you and without you.

- We have two lives: our life and Doctor life. Only our lives are kind of unsightly.
- What do we do?
- To choose.

- Won't you introduce me?
- Amy pond, Professor river song.
- Ah! I'm a Professor, right? Amazing!.. Sing-Le-ry!

- Without a doubt, you're exactly his [Doctor's] wife.
Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy... you really think so simple?
Yup.
- You're clever. Not to say that you're right, but you are very good.

- What are you doing?
- You have a serious face, and I always call him [Rory] when you have a serious face.

All the friends that you'll forget, flicker like fireflies. You probably hardly notice them.

- You and the Doctor... are You his Queen?
- No, no! I'm Rory's Queen.

Time can be rewritten.

- The rise, rise. Rise and Shine. Breakfast is served in the courtyard. [The doctor opened the window] Wow, here this morning. Come on. And Amy has a little surprise for you.
[Vincent looks out of the window. Amy sits at the table, everywhere sunflowers]
- I decided to add bright colors in gratitude for saving me last night. And thought that you may like. Well, you know, maybe draw them? How do you think?
Yes, it's not my favorite flower.
- You don't like sunflowers?
- Not that I don't like. I find them ambiguous. Always somewhere between life and death. Like people, when they turn to the Sun. Not myself somehow. But you know, it is a challenge for me.
- I am convinced that you can handle.

[The doctor and Amy walk between exhibits]
- Wrong. Only partly true, but mostly no. I love museums.
- Yes, perfectly. Maybe now we will go to the planet? First big space ship, then Churchill's bunker, then you promised me a planet.
Amy, this is not just some ancient asteroid. It's the Delerium archive, the last resting place of the Headless monks, the biggest Museum in history.
- You have a time machine, why would you go through the Museum?
- Wrong. Completely wrong. Oh, that's mine. Also one of mine.
Oh, now I understand. So you keep records.
[The doctor noticed the old cube and went to him]
- Oh, great. The ancient box.
- Box of one of the ancient spaceships. Native box.
- What kind of native box?
- Like a black box in the plane, except it returns home the ship. Whatever happens with the ship, the home box flies home with flight data.
- Well?
- The writing, the characters. They are ancient gallifreyan. The lost language of time lords.
- In the old days, old days, these words could burn stars, building empires, and topple gods.
- What do they mean?
"Hello, dear."

- Hey, Churchill [Winston turned to Amy and the Doctor], the TARDIS key. The one you stole from the Doctor.
[The doctor began to search himself, slapping on the jacket].
- Oh, she's good, Doctor. Sharp as a pin. [Winston gave pond the key is] Almost as good as me.