Rose: Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.
Jackie: Well, like you said, two hundred thousand years—it’s way off.
Rose: But it’s not. It’s now. That fight is happening right now, and he’s fighting for us, for the whole planet, and I’m just sitting here eating chips!
Jackie: Listen to me—God knows I have hated that man, but right now, I love him and do you know why? Because he did the right thing. He sent you back to me.
Rose: But what do I do every day, mum? What do I do? Get up, catch the bus, go to work, come back home, eat chips, and go to bed? Is that it?
Mickey: It’s what the rest of us do.
Rose: But I can’t!
Mickey: Why, ‘cause you’re better than us?
Rose: No, I didn’t mean that! ..But it was. It was a better life. And I don’t mean all the travelling and seeing aliens and spaceships and things. That don’t matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life. You know he showed you too. That you don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand. You say no. You have the guts to do what’s right when everyone else just runs away, and I just can’t! I can’t!

