Mr. Pond

So Mary Poppins put on her white gloves and tucked her umbrella under her arm –not because it was raining but because it had such a beautiful handle that she couldn’t possibly leave it at home. 

How could you leave your umbrella behind if it had a parrot’s head for a handle? 

Besides, Mary Poppins was very vain and liked to look her best. 

Indeed, she was quite sure that she never looked anything else.

DOCTOR: 

One mistake and the whole time line could collapse. 

We could end up with two Amy Ponds for ever, and then what would you do?

(Rory turns to Amy, finger raised. She slaps him.)

DOCTOR: 

Okay, you. Into the police box now. 

AMY: 

And then I become her?

DOCTOR: 

Yes. Go, go, go!

AMY: 

Do I really look like that?

AMY 2: 

Yeah. Yeah, you do.

AMY: 

Ooo. Nice choice for your driving lessons. 

AMY 2: 

I bet you would.

DOCTOR: 

Oh, this is how it all ends. 

Pond flirting with herself. 

True love at last. 

Oh, sorry, Rory.