DOCTOR: I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings.

DOCTOR: And if you read ahead and find that Rory dies? This isn't any old future, Amy, it's ours. Once we know what's coming, it's fixed. I'm going to break something, because you told me that I'm going to do it. No choice now.

AMY: Time can be rewritten.

DOCTOR: Not once you've read it. Once we know what's coming, it's written in stone.

GRAYLE: What are you doing?

RIVER: Oh, you know, texting a boy.

DOCTOR: So where are we now, Doctor Song? How's prison?

RIVER: Oh, I was pardoned ages ago. And it's Professor Song to you.

DOCTOR: Pardoned?

RIVER: Mmm. Turns out the person I killed never existed in the first place. Apparently, there's no record of him. It's almost as if someone's gone around deleting himself from every database in the universe.

DOCTOR: You said I got too big.

RIVER: And now no one's ever heard of you. Didn't you used to be somebody?

DOCTOR: Weren't you the woman who killed the Doctor?

RIVER: Doctor who?

DOCTOR: Why did you lie to me?

RIVER: When one's in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a twelve year old, one does one's best to hide the damage.

DOCTOR: It must hurt. Come here.

RIVER: Yes. The wrist is pretty bad too.

AMY: Okay, why did you lie?

RIVER: Never let him see the damage. And never, ever let him see you age. He doesn't like endings.

DOCTOR: Displacing someone back in time creates time energy, and that is what the Angels feed on. But normally, it's a one off, a hit and run. If they could keep hold of their victims, feed off their time energy over and over again. This place is a farm. A battery farm. How many Angels in New York?

RIVER: It's like they've taken over every statue in the city.

DOCTOR: The Angels take Manhattan because they can, because they've never had a food source like this one. The city that never sleeps.

RORY: I always wanted to visit the Statue Of Liberty. I guess she got impatient.

DOCTOR: What the hell are you doing!?

AMY: Changing the future. It's called marriage.

AMY: Raggedy man, goodbye!

RORY: And anyway, what else is there? Dying of old age downstairs, never seeing you again? Amy, please. If you love me, then trust me, and push.

AMY: I can't.

RORY: You have to!

AMY: Could you? If it was me, could you do it?

RORY: To save you, I'd do anything.

(Amy gets up on the ledge next to Rory.)

AMY: Prove it.

RORY: No, I can't take you too.

AMY: You said we'd come back to life. Money where your mouth is time.

RORY: Amy, look.

AMY: Shut up. Together, or not at all.