Amy huffed a bit and turned back to face her. "First off, you have to forget this being second best nonsense, because it's rubbish and childish and I bet you realize that too, even if you won't admit it. No one here is the best or the worst, and we sure as anything aren't ranked by him. We're all in his hearts, every one of us before, every one of us yet to come. You're not better or worse than River, or than I am. I love the Doctor. Every face of his I ever met. I love each of them differently though each of them is still my best friend. None of them better or worse than the others. I love him, I love Rory. I love River. When she was Mels, I loved Mels. I loved my little Melody. None of them, not a one did I love first most or second best. I love them each differently. And I will wait as long as I have to for any of them, knowing I will always ALWAYS see them again. Because that's what love is, Rose. It's not best and worst, or out of sight out of mind. It's being seared on someone's heart and having them seared on yours. It's always being willing to wait, and always being worth waiting for yourself. It's never giving up or giving in. Not for anything. You love Jack, you love the Doctor, you love Mickey, you love the Tardis. Nothing in that said you have to rank them or chose."

She shook her head. "And even if none of that was the case for humans... Rose, he's old, he's older than we'll ever get to be. But he needs us. If he ever, ever ranked us? Ever decided one of us was the best he's ever met or ever would meet.... He would be devastated when that one died. We can't ask him to rank us, we need to make sure he never ever does."

She shook her head, took a deep breath, then looked at her and said very seriously, "Fish fingers and custard."