"I don’t know how anyone could hate her. I mean, not every character connects with every person, and that’s fine. But the hate, I don’t get. She saw the universe- really saw it, to its core, warts and all, horror and death and infinite beauty- and she fell in love with it just as it was. How can you hate that? How can you hate someone for wanting to discover a better version of themselves? I mean, if you hate her because she’s a chav and blonde and lived on an estate and can’t recite Milton, fuck you, I can’t help you. If you hate her because she left Mickey and fell irrevocably in love with somebody else and doesn’t that just make her a filthy selfish cow, then I think you fundamentally misunderstand what it is that makes people stargaze like fools in the first place. I have hope for those folks: maybe they’ll yet meet the person or the dream that makes them want to go careening into the blue yonder without luggage or cares, and then maybe they’ll forgive Rose Tyler. And if they hate her because she’s not smart enough or brave enough or good enough, they weren’t paying any fucking attention."
“You think you’re so impressive,” Rose said, rolling her eyes as they walked back to the TARDIS after another adventure, fingers interlocked as their hands swung between them. “But I saved your life, yet again.”
The Doctor laughed. “Now hang on just a minute,” he said as they approached the blue box. “I’m the Doctor. I’m the Last of the Time Lords. I can open the TARDIS by just snapping my…”
He trailed off as Rose raised up her free hand dramatically and snapped her fingers. The time machine opened, light spilling into the huge, mostly empty room. With a triumphant smirk, she asked, “You were saying?”
The last thing that Rose Tyler had suspected was that he would know how to jump start a TARDIS.
I could seriously back Andrew Lee Potts for Twelve. That would be amazing.