I wish I could tell you that you’ll be loved. That you’ll be safe and cared for and protected. But this isn’t the time for lies. What you are going to be, Melody, is very very brave.
But not as brave as they all have to be. Because there’s someone coming. I don’t know where he is, or what he’s doing, but trust me. He’s on his way.
There’s a man who’s never going to let us down. And not even an army can get in the way.
He’s the last of his kind. He looks young but he’s lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. And wherever they take you, Melody, however scared you are, I promise you, you will never be alone. Because this man is your father. He has a name, but the people of our world know him better… as the Last Centurion.
-Amy Pond to newborn Melody Pond
Rory Williams Ladys and Gentleman:
That moment when you think she is talking about the doctor, and then she says “because this man is your father” and you’re just like:
“A horse and a man, above, below, One has a plan, but both must go. Mile after mile, above, Beneath, One has a smile, and one has teeth. Though the man above might say “hello,” Expect no love from the Beast Below”
“Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, When a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, Night will fall and the dark will rise, When a good man goes to war”
“Tick, tock, goes the clock, and what things shall we see? Tick, tock, until the day, that thou shall marry me. Tick, tock, goes the clock, and all the years they fly. Tick, tock, and all too soon, you and I must die. Tick, tock, goes the clock, we laughed at fate and mourned her. Tick, tock, goes the clock, even for the Doc… Tick, tock, goes the clock, he cradled and he rocked her. Tick, tock, goes the clock, even for the Doctor”
“The trap is set. The Doctor’s friends Will travel where the Doctor ends His friends are lost forever more Unless he goes to Trenzalore This man must fall as all men must The fate of all is always dust The man who lies will lie no more When he lies at Trenzalore The girl who died, he tried to save She’ll die again inside his grave”
“And now its time for one last bow Like all your other selves Eleven’s hour is over now The clock is striking Twelve’s”