I Hate The Idea That

In The End I Sort Of Though We Created A Companion Who Was So Alive And Dynamic And So Wedded To The Doctor That You’d Need A Whole Universe To Contain Her In. The Only Way To Get Rid Of Her Is To Send Her Into A Parallel World From Which She Can Never Return; Otherwise She Would Stay With The Doctor Forever.

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?

...something We Once Loved, And Love Now, In The Shape Of A Book. Maybe Ebooks Are Going To Take Over, One Day, But Not Until Those Whizzkids In Silicon Valley Invent A Way To Bend The Corners, Fold The Spine, Yellow The Pages, Add A Coffee Ring Or Two And Allow The Plastic Tablet To Fall Open At A Favorite Page.

The Doctor: The Fourth Great And Bountiful Human Empire. And There It Is: Planet Earth At Its Height. Covered With Megacities, Five Moons, Population 96 Billion. The Hub Of A Galactic Domain, Stretching Across A Million Planets, A Million Species. With Mankind Right In The Middle. [adam Faints] The Doctor: [leans Towards Rose, Still Looking Out Over The Earth] He's Your Boyfriend.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Showed The Whole World, And An Entire Sprawling Industry, That Writing Monsters And Demons And End-of-the-world Is Not Hack-work, It Can Challenge The Best. Joss Whedon Raised The Bar For Every Writer - Not Just Genre Or Niche Writers, But Every Single One Of Us.