"We are not talking about this right now, raggedy man," Amy says, striking the keys in quick succession. "You let my daughter get kidnapped and turned into an assassin, you couldn't stop me from being flung backward into the past to stay, but most importantly, you were late for my wedding."

"I am sorry about that," Eleven replies, "but I thought you and Rory would relish an opportunity for an adventure, just like old times, pop out, fry a few Daleks, home in time to get your manuscript in, what do you say?"