I Would Rather Be Confused For 10

Fun, That's The Word I Keep On Using. That's The Word I Worry About When Other Writer's Scripts Get Too Dark. Optimistic. Fun. And To Be Optimistic And Have Fun There's Got To Be A Darkness There. I Think That's A Very British Attitude.

Rose:i Love You Doctor:quite Right, And I Guess If It's My Last Chance To Say It... Rose Tyler... (the Doctor Fades, Him In His Tardis, With Tear Tracks And A Tear Running Down His Cheek)

I Hate The Idea That I Have To Represent Any Particular Section Of Society; I Just Write Good Telly, That's All.

You Are Worthy Of Love And Respect. You Are Beautiful, Gifted, And Intelligent. Don't Let The Storm Make You Forget It.

Rose: My Mum's Here. The Doctor: Oh, That's Just What I Need! Don't You Dare Make This Place Domestic! Mickey Smith: You Ruined My Life, Doctor. [the Doctor Turns And Looks At Him, Irritated] They Thought She Was Dead, I Was A Murder Suspect Because Of You! The Doctor: [looks At Rose] See What I Mean? Domestic! Mickey: I Bet You Don't Even Remember My Name! The Doctor: Ricky. Mickey: It's Mickey! The Doctor: No, It's Ricky. Mickey: I Think I Know My Own Name! The Doctor: You Think You Know Your Own Name? How Stupid Are You?