Amy: Put these on. Both of you.
Rory: Oh. A poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen.
Amy: Ah. Here we go. Ah, my boys, my poncho boys. If we're going to die, let's die looking like a Peruvian folk band.
The Doctor: Amy, why don't you take a guess at what... that is.
Amy: Umm, Dream Lord. He creates dreams.
The Doctor: Dreams, delusions, cheap tricks.
Dream Lord: And what about the gooseberry here? Does he get a guess?
Rory: Uhh, listen, mate. If anyone's the gooseberry around here, it's the Doctor.
Dream Lord: Well, there's a delusion I'm not responsible for.
Dream Lord: Let's all jump under a bus and wake up in the TARDIS. You first.
The Doctor: Leave her alone.
Dream Lord: Do that again. I love it when he does that. Tall, dark hero. "Leave her alone!"
Rory: Just leave her.
Dream Lord: Yes, you're not quite so impressive.
Dream Lord: Love's a red-head, our naughty Doctor. Has he told you about Elizabeth the First? Well, she thought she was the first.
Amy: And you had a nightmare about... us. What happened to us in the nightmare?
The Doctor: It was a bit similar in some aspects.
Rory: Which aspects?
The Doctor: Well... all of it.
Amy: You had the same dream.
The Doctor: Basically.
Rory: You said it was a nightmare.
The Doctor: Did I say nightmare? No, more of a really good... mare.
The Doctor: Well I wanted to see how you were. You know me, I don't just abandon people when they leave the TARDIS. It's Time Lords for life. You don't get rid of your old pal the Doctor so easily.
Amy: You came here by mistake, didn't you?
Doctor: Yeah, a bit of a mistake, but look, what a result! Look at this... (motions to Amy's stomach) bench, what a nice bench. What will they think of next?
The Doctor: I told you, trust nothing we see or hear or feel. Look around you, examine everything. Look for all the details that don't ring true.
Rory: Okay, well, we're in a spaceship that's bigger on the inside than the outside...
Amy: ...with a bowtie-wearing alien...
Rory: ...so maybe "what rings true" isn't so simple.
The Doctor: There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.
Amy: (regarding Rory): Save him. You save everyone, you always do, that's what you do.
The Doctor: Not always. I'm sorry.
Amy: Then what is the point of you?
Dream Lord: (to the Doctor/Amy/Rory): Tweet, tweet, time to sleep. Oh, or are you waking up?
Dream Lord: Poor Amy. [The Doctor] He always leaves you, doesn't he? Alone in the dark, never apologises...
Amy: He doesn't have to.
Dream Lord: That's good, because he never will.
The Doctor: Now, we all know there's an elephant in the room.
Amy: I have to be this size; I'm having a baby!
The Doctor: No, no. The hormones seem real, but no. Is anyone going to mention Rory's ponytail? (to Amy) You hold him down, I'll cut it off.
Rory: This from the man in the bowtie?
The Doctor: Bowties are cool.
Dream Lord: Now then, the prognosis is this: if you die in the dream, you wake up in reality, healthy recovery in next to no time. Ask me what happens if you die in reality.
Rory: What happens?
Dream Lord: You die, stupid. That's why it's called "reality".
The Doctor: Where did you pick up this cheap cabaret act?
Dream Lord: Me? Oh, you're on shaky ground.
The Doctor: Am I?
Dream Lord: If you had any more tawdry quirks, you could open a tawdry quirk shop! The madcap vehicle, the cockamamie hair, the clothes designed by a first-year fashion student... I'm surprised you haven't got a little purple space dog, just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are!
Amy: (about the TARDIS) Shall I run and get the manual?
The Doctor: You can't. I threw it into a supernova.
Amy: You threw the manual into a supernova? Why?
The Doctor: Because I disagreed with it. Stop talking to me when I'm cross!
The Doctor: You've swallowed a planet!
Amy: I'm pregnant.
The Doctor: You're huge!
Amy: Yeah, I'm pregnant!
The Doctor: Look at you: when worlds collide!
Amy: Doctor, I'm pregnant.
The Doctor: Oh, look at you both. Five years later, and you haven't changed a bit! Apart from age, and size...
Amy: Oh, it's good to see you, Doctor.
The Doctor: ...are you pregnant?