I’ve been on my own here a long, long time. I’ve had decades to think nice thoughts about him. Got a bit harder to stay charitable once I entered decade four. In fact, I can now definitely say I hate him. I hate the Doctor. I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life. And you can hear every word of this through those ridiculous glasses, can’t you, Raggedy Man? You told me to wait, and I did. A lifetime. You’ve got nothing to say to me.
Amy: Don’t let me in. Tell Amy, your Amy, that I’m giving her the days. The days with you. Days to come. Days I can’t have. Take them please. I’m giving you my days.