#drriver

Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lass Come over the hills to your darling You choose the road love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever Twas down by Killarneys green woods that we strayed When the moon and the stars they were shining The moon shone it's rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever Tis not for the parting with my sister Kate Tis not for the grief of my mother Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever

‘I’m not skipping the queues, though,’ he said mutinously. ‘I know,’ I said. ‘That’s why I brought a book.’

"Oh, no, no, no, no. Come on, what are you doing? That's my job." "Oh, and I'm not allowed to have a career, I suppose?" [...] "This is going to kill you! I'd have a chance, you don't have any." "You wouldn't have a chance, and neither do I." // "No, River, no, no, no, no! Get back in the Tardis! This is my job!" "This is my job!" "I've been doing it longer." "I do it better." "River, not one person on this ship, not one living thing, is worth you." "Or you."

"Time can be re-written." "Not those times. Not one line. Don't you dare."