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.

DOCTOR: Things end. That’s all. Everything ends, and it’s always sad. But everything begins again too, and that’s always happy. Be happy. I’ll look after everything else.

BILL: If you care so much, tell me how many people you’ve seen die?

DOCTOR: I don’t know.

BILL: Yeah? How many before you lost count?

DOCTOR: I care, Bill, but I move on.

DOCTOR: I am two thousand years old and I have never had the time for the luxury of outrage.