Day of the Moon

“Silence will fall.”

RIVER: She climbed out of this suit. Like she forced her way out. She must be incredibly strong.

DOCTOR: Incredibly strong and running away. I like her.

“You should kill us all on sight.”

RORY: So, what kind of doctor are you?

RIVER: Archaeology. Love a tomb.

NIXON: This person you want to marry. Black?

CANTON: Yes.

NIXON: Hmm. I know what people think of me, but perhaps I'm a little more liberal.

CANTON: He is.

NIXON: I think the Moon is far enough, for now, don't you, Mister Delaware?

CANTON: I figured it might be.

(River kisses the Doctor.)

DOCTOR: Right. Okay. Interesting.

RIVER: What's wrong? You're acting like we've never done that before.

DOCTOR: We haven't.

RIVER: We haven't?

DOCTOR: Oh, look at the time. Must be off. But it was very nice. It was, it was good. It was er, unexpected. You know what they say. There's a first time for everything.

(The Doctor goes into the TARDIS.)

RIVER: And a last time.

DOCTOR: Amy, why tell me and not Rory?

AMY: Why do you think? I travelled with you in this TARDIS for so long. All that time. If I was pregnant for some of it, wouldn't it have had an effect?

AMY: I don't want to tell Rory his baby might have three heads or, like, a time head, or something.

DOCTOR: What's a time head?

AMY: I don't know, but what if it had one?

DOCTOR: A timehead.

AMY: Shut up.

TRAMP: Are you okay? Little girl, are you okay?

GIRL: It's all right. It's quite all right. I'm dying. But I can fix that. It's easy, really. See?

(Her skin glows with golden regeneration energy. She smiles, and the tramp runs.)