The Doctor: Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Curator: Well... um... big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Amy Pond: We didn't make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey.
The Doctor: The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
Vincent Van Gogh: [Explaining how he sees the world] Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars!
[the sky gradually transforms into van Gogh's painting Starry Night]
Vincent Van Gogh: And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: Amy, only one thought, one simple instruction: don't follow me under any circumstances.
Amy Pond: I won't.
Vincent Van Gogh: Will you follow him?
Amy Pond: Of course.
Vincent Van Gogh: I love you.
Vincent Van Gogh: It seems to me there's so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of.
The Doctor: You don't have to tell me
The Doctor: I remember watching Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Wow, what a whiner! I kept saying to him "Look, if you're scared of heights, you shouldn't have taken the job then". And Picasso, what a ghastly old goat! I kept telling him, "Concentrate, Pablo. It's one eye, either side of the face".
The Doctor: Is this how time normally passes? Really slowly, in the right order?
The Doctor: You know, sometimes winning... winning is no fun at all.
The Doctor: Nice bowtie!
The Doctor: [to Amy] Bowties are cool!
Curator: Oh! Well, yours is quite...
The Doctor: Oh, thank you, I mean... Keep telling them stuff!
Amy Pond: You do have a plan, don't you?
The Doctor: No, I have a thing. It's like a plan, but with more greatness.
Vincent Van Gogh: [after seeing the TARDIS interior] How come I'm the crazy one, and you two have stayed both sane?
Vincent Van Gogh: [of the TARDIS console] What do these things all do?
The Doctor: Oh, a huge variety of things. Uh, this one here, for instance, plays soothing music.
[music plays and the Doctor and Amy dance]
The Doctor: Uh, while this one makes a huge amount of noise?
Amy Pond: [nods, whispers] Yeah.
[pulls the control and a noise is produced]
The Doctor: And this one makes everything go absolutely tonto.
[the console room shakes as the TARDIS takes off, throwing Vincent off balance, and they laugh]
Vincent Van Gogh: [reaching for a control] And this one?
The Doctor: [alarmed] That's the friction contrafibulator!
Vincent Van Gogh: [gesturing to another] And, this?
The Doctor: [pointing out red light] That's ketchup, and that one's mustard.
[Amy does presentator-hands gesture at a tall mustard-yellow button]
The Doctor: Right! OK! Here's the plan:
The Doctor: [to Vincent] Amy...
The Doctor: [to Amy] Rory...
Amy Pond: Who?
The Doctor: [a bit panicky to Amy] Sorry!
The Doctor: [to Vincent] Uh umm... Vincent.
Amy Pond: What? What is the plan?
The Doctor: I don't know actually. My only definite plan is that, in future, I'm definitely just using this screwdriver for screwing in screws.
The Doctor: If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a unpunctual alien attack.
The Doctor: Come on, we'd better get you home.
Vincent Van Gogh: Where are you staying tonight?
The Doctor: Oh! You're very kind.
The Doctor: I'm going in!
Vincent Van Gogh: I'm coming too.
The Doctor: No! You're Vincent Van Gogh. No.
Vincent Van Gogh: But you're not armed!
The Doctor: I am.
Vincent Van Gogh: What with?
The Doctor: Overconfidence, this
The Doctor: and a small screwdriver. I'm absolutely sorted. I just have to find the right prozactic setting and stun him with it. Sonic never fails.
[Amy, Vincent, and the Doctor walk to the church where Vincent will have had painted the Krafayis. Amy and Vincent talk while the Doctor listens, following behind]
Amy Pond: I'm sorry you're so sad.
Vincent Van Gogh: But I'm not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks, for months, but I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on then so can Vincent Van Gogh.
Amy Pond: I'm not soldiering on, I'm fine.
Vincent Van Gogh: Oh, Amy, I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think.
[the Doctor silently notes this insight from behind]
Amy Pond: I'm not sad.
Vincent Van Gogh: [looking away] Then why are you crying?
[Amy reaches up to her right cheek and is surprised to find a tear there]
Vincent Van Gogh: It's all right, I understand.
Amy Pond: I'm not sure I do.
[the Doctor does and steals away their conversation]
The Doctor: Okay. Okay! So, now, we must have a plan. When the creature returns...
Vincent Van Gogh: [slowly turns as the Doctor speaks and interrupts, firmly] Then we shall fight him again!