Oh, don’t you ever tell me to mind my language, don’t you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike, and don’t you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable!
This is one of my favourite Clara scenes for this exact reason. We see her being good so many times, almost unbelievably conscious of what’s the right thing to do. But this? This is Clara under pressure, and pressure always reveals the real Clara. Sometimes it’s that she’s scared, but sometimes, like this, it shows that she’s got the sort of dark ruthlessness inside of her that the Doctor shares.
She’s not perfect, she’s not even always nice, and that’s what I love about her.
From the beginning she was impossible. The impossible girl. I met her in the Dalek asylum, never saw her face, and she died. I met her again in Victorian London, and she died. Saved my life both times, giving her own. And now she’s back. And she’s perfect. Perfect in every way for me. Clara. My Clara. Always brave, always funny, always exactly what I need.