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AMY: [about the Doctor] I think he’s lonely.
RORY: But the universe is full of tough needy girls in stale relationships.
AMY laughs and punches RORY on the arm.
RORY: What? I didn’t even mean you! You’re so paranoid. Seriously, you want to watch that.
AMY: Plus he is our son-in-law.
A moment of silence.
RORY: Still too weird.
AMY: Still way too weird. Maybe he’s trying to make amends. We’ve not exactly been left…unscathed by being with him.
RORY: I don’t blame him for that. I really don’t. But is this how he makes it up to us? Taking us somewhere in history to almost get killed every few months? Couldn’t he just write us a letter?
AMY: We keep saying yes, though.
-The Doctor Who Companion: Editing A Town Called Mercy
THIS NEEDED TO STAY. it was amazing, it mentioned that the ponds haven’t forgotten about River, it talks to The ponds and the doctor’s relationship, and it really sets the stage for power of three.
DID ANYONE NOTICE THAT PART IN ‘THE WEDDING OF RIVER SONG’ WHEN AMY GIVES THE DOCTOR HIS USUAL OUTFIT TO CHANGE INTO BECAUSE HE’S A MESS AND THEN THE SCENE CUTS AND HE’S DRESSED AND SAYS “Okay Amy you can turn around now.” (as in he told her to turn around while he was changing) AND THEN HE TURNS
AND SHE’S JUST SITTING THERE
AT HER DESK
WHICH FACES HIM
SHE NEVER TURNED AROUND
AMY YOU NAUGHTY THING
perving on your daughters husband. nice
AMY: “I’m 34.”
THE DOCTOR: “Didn’t ask.”
AMY: “No, but I could hear the sums going on in your head. How old are you these days?”
THE DOCTOR: “No idea.”
AMY: “Oh, shut up.”
THE DOCTOR: “I don’t. I live in a time machine, I don’t age – there’s nothing to go on.”
AMY: “Excuse me, mister, you’ve got seven grey hairs.”
THE DOCTOR: “You counted??”
AMY: “It’s a hobby.”
THE DOCTOR: “I try to keep up – Time Lord instinct. It’s only polite! Can I have a go?”
He takes Amy’s glasses from her nose, pops them on.
THE DOCTOR: “Actually, that is much better. Never knew I needed glasses, that’s exciting!”
On Amy just staring at him for a moment – amused but troubled. Is he ageing just to be kind??
AMY: “How long are you going to keep doing this? Dropping in, taking us on trips?
The Doctor looks at her – just a little vulnerable, a little unsure.
THE DOCTOR: “Do you mind?”
AMY: “I love it, it’s just… every time you fly away, I think surely he’s bored of us by now. (Hesitates; rare moment of vulnerability) But I do sort of hope you aren’t.”
During the above, the Doctor has been listening, but distractedly watching something. A family wandering through the park, a little boy at the back. He’s holding the string of a blue helium balloon – and at this exact moment the string slips from his hand, the balloon starts soaring upwards. The Doctor watches it fly up and up, squinting against the bright sky.
THE DOCTOR: “Flying away’s good. But you’ve got to fly from somewhere, or you just get lost.”
He’s pulled out his sonic, now zaps the drifting balloon. It drops like a stone, bounces at the feet of the little boy.
THE DOCTOR: “Lost in the sky, imagine that.
The little boy has picked up the balloon, grabbed the string again. It shoots up and starts bobbing about again The little boy looks over at the Doctor – who gives him a cheery wave, and pockets his screwdriver. Amy has watched the final parts of this exchange fondly getting what he’s done.
AMY: “Read to me!”
THE DOCTOR: “Thought you didn’t like me reading aloud.”
AMY: “Shut up, and read me a story. Just don’t go “yowzah!”"
THE DOCTOR: “You’re the boss…”
AMY: “I am the boss.”
He’s opened his book again. And now, casually, he rips out a page from his book, tosses it in the hamper.
AMY: “Why did you do that?”
THE DOCTOR: “I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings. “
AMY: “Yeah. Me too.”
She smiles. And we hold on them for a moment, tranquil in the park, sitting back to back, as the Doctor reads…