"The Doctor did not steal our TV," Amy Pond tells her husband with a laugh as she plops down on the couch, "why would he do that when he could just meet us on a street corner with the TARDIS."

Pouting a little, Amy tries to tempt her husband back to the couch and cuddle time. "Rory," she says drawing his name out like a soft plea, "stop worrying and come cuddle with me."