Amy swung the door open only to be met with what appeared to be... grass? Had the Doctor really landed the TARDIS on her side? She poked at the mass before her. Yes. It was grass. It was a small wonder the man didn't kill himself on a regular basis. The heavily sarcastic part of her brain muttered, He did explain the whole regenerating thing being like dying. And he's regenerated ten times so far. That made her giggle, and when she turned back around, she shouted in a singsong voice, "Doctor! You really are a right idiot!"
"Excuse me, Pond, I tend to think of myself as a genius with some attention span issues and a right hand with a different personality."
"That's not what I meant!" She closed the door and marched back up to the platform to point in his face. "You landed the TARDIS on her side. She's laying face down in a field, or a yard, or something space-y that equates to it... Wait, if she's laying face down, why aren't we falling towards the front?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "The gravity orientates to the floor, Amy." He pointed sharply at the glass platform with both hands when he said 'floor.' "Honestly, this is a spaceship after all."
"When I first met you, you said you fell into the swimming pool, which was in the library, and you had to use a rope to climb back towards the doors. And she was laying on her back in my garden."
"That was different!" He hands whirled wildly as he began to explain. "I sort of... broke her then, the engines were having a meltdown, there were multiple problems in the control room... A few of the other systems weren't working correctly, including the artificial gravity. It completely ruined my books..."
"She jolts when we take off and when we land." She was using her sassy 'you-can't-win-this-argument' voice now.
"If I know her, and trust me, I do, she does that just to have a little fun. Tries to see if she can knock me over. Notice how when River flies her you can't tell we've gone anywhere?"
"Well River actually knows how to fly her correctly. It seems to me like you learned on the fly. Literally! Hah."
His eyes narrowed. "Oh, aren't you clever. I'm telling you, I know how to fly this ship!"
Amy snatched his ear and, ignoring his shrieks of pain, drug him to the doors. Upon yanking them open (without letting go of him) she pointed at the ground before them. "You cannot."
"Oh. Err... You may want to call River."