"I hate to say it, but I've done worse," the Doctor admitted in response to Amy's description of how badly off his other self had been in coming back to get her. Thought of Madame de Pompadour entered his mind, thoughts that he quickly pushed aside. No time for that, now. He was in completely the wrong universe, speaking to a woman who by rights he should never have met about a man who was him but whom he would never become.
"Weeping Angels? Nasty business. Glad to see you come out of it all right. Well, at least, you seem to have. Did you by chance become trapped in the past and have to share a flat with the other me? Because if you did, I'm sorry. I'm a rubbish housemate."
He smiled at Amy when she figured out what he was mostly on her own. She was quick, and he always did like companions who were clever. "Very good," he told her. "That's me exactly, part human, part Time Lord. Still the Doctor, so don't you go getting any ideas otherwise."