When we met for the first time, we promised not to lose, but we lost.
I haven't got to know death yet,
Let's put off the meating with it,
There's so much left to sing.
— Hello, Deborah. Aren't you gonna say anything?
— What is someone supposed to say after more than 30 years.
— Well, how about, «How you doing? You're looking good». Or, «I was hoping I'd never see you again».
— I never thought I would. There's a difference.
Who knows, Ragnar, what the gods have in store for us. But this, I can never imagine. If you have gone to Heaven, then we will never meet again. And yet, I think Odin will ride like the wind, and rescue you, and take you to Valhalla, where you belong, my own sweet Ragnar. And there, there we shall meet again, and fight and drink and… love one another.
– Picnic at Asgard, Have we done Asgard yet?
– ...
– Obviously not. Blimey, very early days then. Oo! Life with a time traveller, never knew it could be such hard work. Um... Look at you. You're young.
– I'm really not, you know.
– Oh but you are. Your eyes! You're younger than I've ever seen you.
– You've seen me before then?
– Doctor, please tell me you know who I am.
– Who are you?
— So you're the one who makes appointments.
— And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
Nobody likes dating. It's awkward and uncomfortable. It's expensive.