DOCTOR: I just told you my name. Now, there you go, River Song. Melody Pond. You're the woman who married me. And wife, I have a request. This world is dying and it's my fault, and I can't bear it another day. Please, help me. There isn't another way.

RIVER: Then you may kiss the bride.

DOCTOR: I'll make it a good one.

RIVER: You'd better.