You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. 
-We have nothing else in life.
-Yeah, well I used to think like that. A long time ago.
And that right there is Rose Tyler. Empathizing across the Universe. All of them, even.
This is such an interesting little scene because it shows that Rose’s time with the Doctor had a very positive influence...
How could anyone ever dislike Rose Tyler?