The Doctor: I need to know about the Silence.
Dorium Maldovar: They're a religious order of great power and discretion. The sentinels of history, as they like to call themselves.
The Doctor: And they want me dead?
Dorium Maldovar: Oh, not really. They just don't want you to remain alive.
The Doctor: That's okay then. I was a bit worried for a minute there.
The Doctor: Amy and Rory. The Last Centurion and the Girl Who Waited. However dark it got, I'd turn around and there'd they be. If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.
River Song: There were so many theories about you and I, you know.
The Doctor: Idle gossip.
River Song: Archaeology.
The Doctor: Same thing.
The Silent: Rory Williams, the man who dies and dies again. Die one last time, and know she will never come back for you.
Amy: You and I should get a drink sometime.
Amy: And married.
Dorium Maldovar: So many secrets, Doctor. I'll help you keep them, of course.
The Doctor: Well, you're not exactly going anywhere, now are you?
Dorium Maldovar: But you're a fool nonetheless. It's all still waiting for you. The Fields of Trenzalore. The Fall of the Eleventh. And the Question.
The Doctor: Goodbye, Dorium.
Dorium Maldovar: The First Question. The question that must never be answered. Hidden in plain sight. The question you've been running from all your life. "Doctor Who?" "Doctor Who?" "Doctor Who?"!