EVERYTHING CHANGES

Move 'em back they said. Leave it safe. Special access, they said.
Gwen Cooper: For who?
Torchwood.

Gwen: Who's Torchwood?
PC Andy: Special Ops or something. Is that hot?
Gwen: Ah yeah, have it. But they're not allowed in there. They could contaminate the evidence and all sorts. I mean how can they—
PC Andy: Don't ask me. There's no procedure any more. It's a disgrace.

John: Who are you?
Jack: Tell me, what was it like when you died? what did you see? John, tell me what you saw.
Suzie: Ten seconds.
John: Nothing. I saw nothing. Oh my god, there's nothing.

Gwen: But those people last night—the people in the car. Who were they? What's Torchwood?
PC Andy: 'Don't know. Special Ops.
Gwen: Yeah, but what does that mean?
PC Andy: Bet you ten quid they're DNA specialists. It's all DNA these days. Like that CSI bollocks. CSI: Cardiff, I'd like to see that. They'd be measuring the velocity of a kebab.

Yvonne: No sign of Captain Jack Harkness.
Gwen: Did you search outside Cardiff?
Yvonne: No, that never even occurred to me. Of course I did. I went nationwide. There's about 15 Jacks and Johns with that surname. None of them's a Captain.
Gwen: Suppose he could have made it up.
Yvonne: The only Captain Jack Harkness on record is American.
Gwen: That's it—he's American.
Yvonne: Which you forgot to tell me.
Gwen: So who is he?
Yvonne: American volunteer. Royal Air Force. [?] Squadron. Except he disappeared. Vanished off the records, and presumed dead.
Gwen: When was that?
Yvonne: 1941. At the height of the Blitz. On the morning of january 21st, 1941, Captain Jack Harkness failed to report for duty. Never seen again until now. What's going on, Gwen? You seeing ghosts?

DAY ONE

Carys: I wish I'd never met you. I wish I was dead. No, I wish you were dead. Call me back.

PC Andy: Gwen?
Gwen: Hi.
PC Andy: Bloody hell. Look at you all posh. Special Ops? We were wondering.
Gwen: I meant to call. It's been a bit of a whirlwind.

Carys: You broke my ship.
Gwen: C'mon then. Where are you from and why are you trying to invade Earth? Because you can forget about enslaving us.
Carys: Who said anything about "enslavin'"?
Gwen: Well that's what you lot do—aliens... Isn't it?

Carys: Do you love me, Eddie? Did you ever love me?
Eddie: No.
Carys: You could've saved yourself.
Eddie: What?

Clinic Donor: I'm asking you to get out.
Carys: Just relax. I can help.
Clinic Donor: I don't think so, love. I'm gay.

THE GHOST MACHINE

Dad, visitors. It's the police.
Tom Erasmus Flanagan: Oh! Caught up with me at last, have you?

Rhys: Gwen, I can live with all the Secret Squirrel stuff, but if you can't even tell me if you're coming home—
Gwen: Well nagging isn't helping.

CYBERWOMAN

Dr. Tanizaki: My god. It's not possible. One of them survived!
Ianto: This is Lisa.

Dr. Tanizaki: Tell me, what happened?
Ianto: She worked for Torchwood London. It was the end of the Canary Wharf battle. The Cybermen needed soldiers fast. They started upgrading whole bodies instead of transplanting brains, using earth technology. Lisa was halfway through the process when the machine was shut down.

Dr. Tanizaki: Amazing. Perhaps 55% augmentation. With 45% waiting completion. Or perhaps, 60/40. It's fascinating.

Dr. Tanizaki: What is the last thing you remember before coming here?
Lisa: Pain. I remember my body burning with pain.

Dr. Tanizaki: Sometimes in order to save what we love we have to risk losing it.

Ianto: What happened?
Lisa: His upgrade failed.

SMALL WORLDS

Estelle: Fairies are shy, you see. But I know in my heart that they're friendly, loving creatures. Thank you.
Jack: Wrong. She always gets it wrong.

Gwen: Well I suppose one person's good could be another person's evil.
Estelle: That's what his father used to say.

You must never walk home alone. Do you understand, it's not safe.
Jasmine: It's alright, mum. No one can hurt me.

Estelle: Jack contacted me a few years ago. I was so surprised. So like his dad. Same walk, same smile. hope he's still alive.

Estelle: You were right, Jack. There are bad ones. They've come to me.
Jack: Estelle, we're on our way. Stay where you are. Don't go near them. Do you understand?

COUNTRYCIDE

Tosh: They're all involved. They've all been doing it.
Evan: This is our harvest.
Owen: Only in the bloody countryside. You sick fuckers.

GREEKS BEARING GIFTS

Soldier with some issues to Mary: Do whores have prayers?

Mary: Um, listen, don't think it's in any way organized. It's really just a disparate bunch of IT guys who live with their mothers.
Tosh: I shouldn't talk to you.
Mary: So go.

Mary: With this you can read people's minds. It levels the pitch between man and God.

Tosh: What is this thing? Why did you give it to me?
Mary: I told you.
Tosh: The things I heard. What they thought of me, they really thought. God, these are people that are supposed to like me!

Tosh: What you're thinking now, that's pretty graphic.
Mary: That wasn't my thought.

Tosh: So. I'm shagging a woman and an alien.
Mary: Which is worse?
Tosh: Well I know which one my parents would say.

Mary: You smell ... different. To them.
Jack: That's nothing. It's when you compare teeth with a British guy, that's when it's really scary.
Mary: What are you?
Jack: I don't know.

THEY KEEP KILLING SUZIE

Detective Swanson: At last, you must be Torchwood. My team bitch about you all the time.
Jack: And you are?
Detective Swanson: Detective Swanson.
Jack: I'm Captain Jack Harkness.
Detective Swanson: So I've heard. Tell me something, are you always this dressy for a murder investigation?
Jack: What, you rather me naked?
Detective Swanson: God help me, the stories are true.

Detective Swanson: Looks like somebody wants your attention.
Jack: They've got it.

Suzie: There's a knife in my chest. Did you kill me?
Jack: You killed yourself, remember?
Suzie: Oh my god, I shot myself.
Jack: We've got to ask you about Pilgrim.
Suzie: Wait a minute, didn't I kill you?
Jack: Never mind that. We need names and details.
Suzie: Who's using the glove?
Jack: I'm sorry.
Suzie: Wouldn't you know it, Gwen bloody Cooper.

Suzie: Owen, hello. Scared to face me?
Owen: You frighten the shit out of me, yeah.
Suzie: What about Toshiko? Is she still here?
Owen: Yeah, she's here. All the gang. Happy days.

Suzie: It's all my fault, isn't it? It never bloody stops being my fault. Can't you just let me die?
Jack: You don't get off that easy.

Suzie: Funny thing is, you always imagine when you're dead, "Oh they're gonna miss me at work. Indispensable." And look what happened. I got replaced. By someone better. You got that glove working better than I did.
Gwen: I just got lucky.
Suzie: No, it's more than that. The others, they prefer you.
Gwen: Don't say that.
Suzie: You got my job. Almost like you planned it.
Gwen: Except I didn't. And I'm sorry but I've got my own function at Torchwood. And I'm a lot more than just a replacement.
Suzie: Have you slept with Owen? silence. There you go. Replace me completely.

Detective Swanson: All right, Captain Jack, just say that one more time. Nice and clear.
Jack: We're locked in our base and we can't get out.

Gwen: So when you die, it's just—
Suzie: Darkness.
Gwen: And you're all alone, there's no one else?
Suzie: I didn't say that.
Gwen: What d' you mean?
Suzie: Why do you think I'm so desperate to come back? There's something out there—in the dark. And it's moving.

Swanson: Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. Christ, she was a bundle of laughs.

Gwen: What's happening to me?
Suzie: Sorry, Gwen. You're getting shot in the head. Slowly. And believe me, it hurts.

Suzie: “Captain, my Captain." Do you want to know a secret? There's something moving in the dark and it's coming, Jack Harkness. It's coming for you.

RANDOM SHOES

Eugene Jones: The speed of light is two hundred and ninety-nine million, seven hundred and ninety-two thousand, four thousand and fifty-eight meters per second. Pain travels through the body at three hundred and fifty feet per second. Even a sneeze can reach a hundred miles an hour. And as for life. Well, that just bloody whizzes by. So then. This is me. Eugene Jones.

Eugene: ...That was the night Dad went away. But it was okay because I had the eye. And the possibility of an alien encounter. I mean, if you leave something really important behind, you come back and get it. Don't you? God, I wanted that alien to come back and claim his eye more than I wanted anything in my life! I worked out the possible provenance, the life form and galaxy. Planetary escape velocities, launch windows, necessary fuel capacities. And then, I waited...

Eugene: Gwen! I've got this thing I really need to show you. Um, sorry, that sounded...

Eugene: Oh wow. This is so... I am totally... Christ almighty! The Head of Vexor Eleven. No way! And... wow. A hand. In a jar.

Eugene: So ... So, uh... Wow, this is so weird. I used to follow you around. Now you're following me.

Gwen: Eugene Jones.
Video Guy: Right, I think he used to come in here. With a mate. Bit of a dreamer, kind of—
Eugene: Irresistible?
Video Guy: Ordinary looking.
Gwen: Yeah.

Terry: You can stop now, Mum.
Bronwen: What d'you mean?
Terry: He's dead. He may be able to square the root of the square friggin' root, but he couldn't cross the friggin' road!

Eugene to Gwen: I'd trust you with my life. If, you know, I still had one.

Eugene: Who else would be bidding this kind of money for a prosthetic eye? He couldn't contact me any other way. So—
Gary: So he chose eBay?

Josh: I checked the bid history. Mr. C. Blackstaff is a collector of alien ephemera and Nazi memorabilia. Also, Beanie Babies. Teeny bit cuckoo, but endearingly rich.

Josh: What did you do that for, twat?
Gary: I miss him!

Eugene: All those cars. All those lives moving through space. All that humanity whizzing by in a frenzy of... burgers and chips, bank holiday fun, burst tires, screaming kids. And sudden heart attacks. Apart from a buzzing in my ear where Josh whacked me, I felt good. I was running across a field on a Saturday morning. The smell of exhaust and banana milkshake. A slight nausea, heart beating too fast 'cause I wasn't that fit. All the stuff that tells you you're alive. By rights, I should be well pissed off. My mates had cheated me and I didn't meet any aliens. But I realized that when I swallowed the eye at the Happy Cook, I was given a chance to look back on my life and see it for what it really was.

Eugene: In an average lifetime, the human heart will beat two million times. You'll produce over eight thousand gallons of saliva, and grow 350 miles of hair. You'll eat the equivalent in weight of six elephants. Ah, isn't life amazing!

Gwen: It is so good to see you! Eugene, you're on my leg!
Eugene: Goodbye, Gwen.
Gwen: Don't go now, Eugene. Eugene, please don't go now. Eugene, please! Please!

Eugene: The average life is full of near misses and absolute hits. Of great love and small disasters. It's made up of banana milkshakes, loft insulation and random shoes. It's dead ordinary and truly, truly amazing. What you've got to realize is, it's all here, now. So breathe deep and swallow it whole. Because take it from me: life just whizzes by, and then, all of a sudden, it's—

OUT OF TIME

Jack: Your background story should incorporate your skills you already have. For instace, John, you could have run a corner shop.
John: No.
Jack: We can fake references.
John: You can't take away our names. For God's sake. man, it's all we've got left. It's my son's name. It's the name above my shop.
Jack: You're right. I didn't think. You should keep your name.

Diane amazed at the door opening: How did it do that?
Ianto: It's automatic. It knows you're there.
Diane: But how?
Ianto: There are wave bouncing detectors which emit radio waves and then look for reflections—
Diane : Bananas!
Ianto: Of course bananas are far more interesting.

Emma: How much food money have I got left?
Ianto: Fifteen pound 40. watches grab candy Twelve pounds 10. You'll ruin your teeth.
Emma: You sound like my mum.

Ianto: Welcome to the wonderful world of scantily-dressed celebrities.
John scandalized by the magazine cover: There's children around!
Ianto: She's a children's TV presenter.

John: That's an American accent, isn't it?
Jack: That's right.
John: How do you end up here. Doing whatever it is that you do?
Jack: That's a long story.
John: I'm a slow drinker.

Owen: Let me get this straight. You expect equality and chivalry?
Diane: I don't see why they should be mutually exclusive.

Diane: Do you have a girlfriend?
Owen: No.
Diane: So. Who do all those beauty products belong to?
Owen: Me, actually.

COMBAT

Jack: Sorry to do this, kind of an emergency. I'll have her back for dessert.
Rhys: Hey, hold on Sarge, that's my girlfriend.
Gwen: Rhys, this is Jack.
Rhys: Sit down Gwen.
Gwen: He's my boss.
Rhys: Sit the fuck down.
Gwen: Don't ever speak to me like that.

Bartender: Little bit of advice: next time you feel like this, you should stay in.
Owen: Trust me, the bigger the crowd, the more alone I feel.

Gwen: What time will you be back?
Rhys: Not sure.
Gwen: But, I'm in tonight.
Rhys: Well I'm not. he leaves

Mark Lynch: Ask yourself, what's the point of your life?
Owen: Mark. Mate, I only came here for a beer.

Mark Lynch: It's closer than you think. Something's coming. Out there. In the darkness. Something is coming.

Gwen: I need to tell you something.
Rhys: What sort of thing?
Gwen: I've been sleeping, I've been having sex with someone else from work. His name's Owen. I mean, he’s a bit of a tosser actually, and it's all gonna stop but, um—
Rhys: Shut up—
Gwen: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Rhys: You wouldn't do that!
Gwen: But I have.
Rhys: Then, then why are you telling me?
Gwen: Because I'm ashamed. And I'm angry. And I want, I want... I need— I need you to forgive me. And because I've drugged you.
Rhys: You've done what?
Gwen: Just sit down, it's nothing. It's just an amnesia pill. Dash of sedative, you'll wake up tomorrow and you'll forget everything. Rhys—
Rhys: God. You selfish bitch!
Gwen: I know, I just thought it would give us a chance— a chance to get everything out in the open, you know? Get everything out. Rhys. Stay with me, Rhys! Say you forgive me. Say, "It's all right, Gwen." "Gwen, it's all right." Say it, please, Rhys. Rhys, just say it once, say it once: "I forgive you." Rhys, please say it! Say you forgive me! Say you forgive me, say it. Say it. Please say it. Say it please.

Mark: So who are you, Owen?
Owen: Sorry?
Mark: Be pretty stupid not to assume you're not connected to those two in the black SUV.
Owen: I don’t know what you mean.
Mark: Bloke in the big coat, cute little Asian girl. I was watching. Nice website by the way. Kudos to whoever did that. Although jellied eels—I'm not sure that was your greatest idea.
Owen laughs: I wasn't that bad.
Mark: Pretty much you were.

CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS

The Captain and Jack simultaneously: I'm Captain—
Jack: You go first.
Captain Harkness: I'm Captain Jack Harkness. 133rd Squadron.

Jack: Go after her. Kiss her goodbye. Anything can happen tomorrow.
Captain Harkness: It's just a routine training exercise. I'm hardly gonna die.
Jack: That's when they catch you, when you least expect it. You don't know what's ahead. Kiss her goodbye.

END OF DAYS

Andy: Alright, Mulder and Scully. Say I do believe you, which I don't, because it's bollocks. But say I do. How exactly are we meant to handle a prisoner from two thousand years ago?

Andy: Everyone's saying it, you know. In work, on the streets. Do you think this is the end of the world?
Gwen smiling reassuredly: Oh, Andy, don't be silly. Do you think the world's gonna end on your shift?
Andy: I've seen you use that smile on a lot of people.
Gwen: What smile?
Andy: The smile you use to reassure people when deep down you know everything's gone to shit.

Lisa: There's only one way to stop this, before things get worse. People will die, Ianto. Thousands of people. Unless you open the rift.

Bilis: From out of the darkness, he is come.
Gwen: What is he talking about?
Bilis: Son of the Great Beast. Cast out before time, chained in rock and imprisoned beneath the rift.
Gwen: What?!
Bilis: All hail Abaddon, the Great Devourer. Come to feast on life! The whole world shall die beneath his shadow.

KISS KISS, BANG BANG

Gwen: Excuse me. Have you seen a blowfish driving a sportscar? The woman points the way Thank you.
Woman: Bloody Torchwood.

Mugger: Come any closer I'll open up his neck.
Captain John Hart: Fine.
Mugger: What?
Hart: Which artery do you normally sever?
Mugger: I'm not bluffing!
Hart: Well see, now you've given yourself away. Only someone who's bluffing ever says they aren't.

Andy: This another one of your spooky doos, is it?
Gwen: Don' know yet, but I'll let you know.

Hart: I can't believe I got the answering machine. What can you be doing that's more important than me? Anyway. You probably traced the energy shift. Found the body. All me. Sorry about the mess. Bill me for the clean up. Now: drinks! Retro-load the transmission coordinates. That's where I am And hurry up. Work to do. Help me Obiwan Kenobi. You're my only hope!

Hart: You put on weight.
Jack: You're losing your hair.
Hart: What are you wearing?
Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. Note the stripes.
Hart: Captain John Hart. Note the sarcasm.
Jack: Hey, I worked my way up through the ranks.
Hart: I bet the ranks we very grateful. I need a drink.
Jack: I thought you'd never ask.
Jack: So, uh, how was rehab?
Hart: Rehabs. Plural.
Jack: Drink, drugs sex and—
Hart: Murder.
Jack: You went to murder rehab?
Hart: I know. Ridiculous. The odd kill, who does it hurt?
Jack: You clean now?
Hart: Yeah. Kicked everything. Living like a priest.

Jack: So how's the TIme Agency?
Hart: You didn't hear. It's uh, shut down.
Jack: You're kidding me?
Hart: No. There's only seven of us left now.
Jack: Wow.
Hart: It's good to see you. We were never the same without you.
Jack: You need to go. I don't want you in my territory.
Hart: What? TIme was you couldn't get enough of me on your territory.

Hart: You've got a team. How sweet. Oh. Pretty little friends. No blond though. You need a blond.
Owen: God, he's worse than Jack.
Hart: Do you have a team name? I love team names. C'mon.
Jack: Torchwood.
Hart: Oh. Not Excalibur? Uh, Blizzard? Bikini Cops? No? Torchwood. Oh dear.
Jack: Gwen Cooper. Ianto Jones. Toshiko Sato. Owen Harper. Meet—
Hart: Captain John Hart.
Jack: We go back.
Hart: Excuse me. We more than go back. We were partners.
Ianto: In what way?
Hart: In every way. And then some.
Jack: It was two weeks.
Hart: Except the two weeks was trapped in a time loop so we were together for five years. It was like having a wife.
Jack: You were the wife.
Hart: You were the wife.
Jack: No. You were the wife.
Hart: Oh, but I was a good wife.
Tosh: I bet you were. Owen looks at her. What? Pretend you haven't noticed he's cute.
Hart: They're just shy.

Hart: Get two time agents in the same room together it's always about the size of the wrist strap.

Hart: You live in the sculpture. Could you be any more pretentious.
Jack: Get on.
Hart: So, your team not allowed in this way?
Jack: This is the entrance for tourists.
Hart: I remember the last time you said that.

Hart: What is this? Sewer Chic?

Hart: I muted the com system after we left the Palace Under the Pavement. I love my little wrist strap.

Hart: Your friends are bleeding, dying. And you barely have time to save them.

Hart: Rehab didn't really work.

Hart: Pretty and resilient. Is that even fair.
Gwen: Maybe you didn't realize. you can beat, shoot, threaten and even poison us and we keep coming back. Stronger every time.
Hart: Well I think you oughta know your boss is splayed out on the— Jack walks in pavement. Now that's impressive. Seriously, you can earn a fortune in the Vegas galleries with an act like that. Go on, how's it work?
Jack: I can't die.
Hart: No but really?
Jack: No but really.

Hart: So I'm thinking 50-50, even split. Good deal. Or if anyone fancies an orgy. Ianto

Hart: The orgy's still an offer by the way. Especially now I've got the cuffs out.

Hart: I think I'm starting to see what he likes about this place.She's beautiful. He's stunning.
Gwen: Don't you ever stop?
Hart: What? Five minutes to live you want me to behave? Oh that's gorgeous.
Gwen: That's a poodle.

Hart: Oh. Been meaning to tell you. I found Grey.

SLEEPER

PC Andy: No other reason I could think of for keeping sports equipment in the bedroom.
Jack: Oh, you should come by my house for a game of hockey some time.

Owen: When was the last time you felt ill, you had a cold? Anything?
Beth: I don't think I have. I take a lot of vitamin C.
Owen looking at the scalpel: Hm. Hell of a lot, I reckon.
Jack: Okay Beth. You make lightbulbs blow, we can't break your skin. What planet are you from?

Gwen: Do you feel human?
Beth: Yes.
Gwen: Yes. Well then you are. What makes us human is in our minds not our bodies.

Beth: I wish this wasn't happening. I'd never know, I'd just live a normal life.
Jack: Until the day of the attack.
Beth: I won't do anything! I'm not that person.
Jack: I'm sorry, but you are.

TO THE LAST MAN

Gerald: Tommy, I think you'd better come with us.
Tommy: Why?
Gerald: Don't worry. I'm Gerald, this is Hannah. We'll look after you.
Tommy: But who are you?
Gerald: We're Torchwood.

Tommy: Give you women the vote, equal rights, look what happens, eh?

Tommy: A million British soldiers killed during the Great War. It's like walking into hell.

Tommy: Seems like there's always a war somewhere.
Tosh: It's not exactly a war.
Tommy: Looks like one.

Tommy: Did you never wonder if we're worth saving? The human race?
Tosh: Yes. I think we're worth saving. Wars and all.

Tommy: So I'll be saving the world in some pajamas. How daft is that?

MEAT

Gwen: What were you doing at that warehouse?
Rhys: You lied to me! You were at that crash!
Gwen: I don't know what you're talking about!
Rhys: Stop pissing me around, Gwen. You're so used to lying and fobbing me off, like the idiot that I obviously am!

Gwen: All I ever asked was that you trust me.
Rhys: Like you trust me? It's a two-way street, Gwen.

Rhys: What exactly do I need protecting from, huh?
Gwen: I catch aliens!
Rhys: Piss off!
Gwen: No, you piss off. It's the truth.

Rhys: Have you been brainwashed? Is that it, yeah? Is that what's happened? 'Cause you are talking some high-grade shit here.

Rhys: Aliens? In Cardiff?
Gwen: Have you never seen something so mad, so extraordinary, that just for one second you think that there might be more out there?
Rhys: Prove it.

Jack: All you did tonight was mess things up. Now we have to think of a way to get back in and thanks to you they'll have tightened security.
Rhys: Well if you'd stopped and asked me exactly what I saw in there instead of showing off about the place—
Jack: Do I show off?
Ianto: Just a bit.
Rhys: —You'd know that I got out by telling them I wanted a job as a delivery boy. So rather than cock things up I found you a way to get in. But if you can't handle that, Big Boy, then you can stuff it.
Jack: This is quite homoerotic.
Gwen stepping in: No no no no... Jack, he is not getting us in.
Jack: Team meeting. to Rhys You too.

Rhys to Jack: You're not gay by any chance, are you?

ADAM

Adam: What's wrong?
Ianto: My diary. You're not in it. Everyone else is. Why would I leave you out when you've been here so long? Like I'm remembering a man who doesn't exist.

Adam: All human record is a lie. You twist it into what you want to believe.

Rhys: Do you remember that?
Gwen: No. It felt like the first time. But it was nice.

Adam: Jack, you know me. You recruited me three years ago.
Jack: All I know is that when I think of my team I see you there but I don't feel anything for you. No pride, no warmth.

RESET

Jack: Come on Martha, be honest. You just came all this way to see me.
Martha: Still struggling to conquer your shyness, huh, Jack?

Jack: So. End of the World Survivors Club.
Martha: God, I am so glad to see you, Jack.
Jack: See, you did come all this way to see me. It's the jaw line. Once seen, always yearned for.

Owen: So you and Jack go back a long way?
Martha: Forward and back, really.
Owen: What brought you together?
Martha: Let's say... we were under the same Doctor.

Owen: Right. Listen, Marie, you're gonna have to level with us. This could be a matter of life and death. Have you ever had a serious medical condition?
Marie: Too good to be true.
Martha: What'd you mean?
Marie: I had HIV.
Martha: You're perfectly clear of antibodies. That's not medically possible.
Marie: That's the Reset.

Martha: I know it's hard to believe Owen, but I wasn't thinking of you

Martha: So am I right in thinking that you and he...?
Ianto: We... dabble.
Martha: Yeah?
Ianto: Yeah.
Martha: So what's his dabbling like?
Ianto: Innovative.
Martha: Really?
Ianto: Bordering on the avant garde.
Martha: Wow.
Ianto: Oh yeah.

Copley: I see you're a postgraduate student at the moment.
Martha: That's right.
Copley: Studying what?
Martha: Creative writing. So I really need the cash.

Martha: Owen! Can you hear me, Owen?
Tosh: You've got to help him!
Jack: Owen, stay with me. Owen, look at me. Look at me. Owen, look right at me. Stay with me, Owen. Stay with me. Stay with me, buddy. Come on!
Martha: Owen, speak to me! He's dead.
Jack: Owen...

DEAD MAN WALKING

Girl: If I told you not to use it, would you listen?
Jack: Shouldn't you know the answer to that?
Girl holds up the Death card: I do. That's the problem.

Martha: You had the power to bring people back to life and you never told UNIT. Why?
Jack: They would have wanted to use it.

Martha: He's about 50% human and that 50% is dead. We need to stop thinking of him as Owen.
Jack: I'll find him.

Owen: So why are you here?
Jamie: They're trying to make me have it again. It didn't work, thought. The cancer just comes back. It makes my hair fall out. I'm gonna die. I might as well do it with my eyebrows.

A DAY IN THE DEATH

Maggie: Would you just piss off? Get off my roof.
Owen: Your roof?
Maggie: I'm gonna jump so just leave me alone.

Maggie: What the hell are you?
Owen: I'm dead.

Maggie: You're dead.
Owen: Yeah I was brought back. Like Jesus, really. But without the beard, you know. Shit, I'm never gonna have a beard. Not that I wanted one you understand, but one day I—
Maggie: Okay, you're dead. That's clearly a bit shit and I'm sorry and everything but if you are dead then why are you here? You can't be wanting to jump. You can't die twice.
Owen: Sorry are you an expert?
Maggie: Sorry are you an idiot?

Maggie: What are you, some sort of suicide geek?
Owen: No, I'm just a doctor.

Owen: You're kinda cute when you babble.
Martha: And you're kinda cute when you're not chucking a scalpel about.
Owen: I'm making the sodding coffee. I mean c'mon, won't your bloke be missing you? How about Jack? Has he seen Jack? They always get jealous when they meet Jack.
Martha: Owen, I don't want your job. I'm trying to do mine.

Maggie: So she offers to help you and you push her away. Charming.
Owen: Yeah, hole in the chest. Sorry if I dont follow social niceties anymore.
Maggie: You mean you did before?
Owen: God you're a pain in the ass.

Owen: And you waited until your wedding anniversary to kill yourself. Why?
Maggie: Does it really matter?
Owen: Why have you waited?
Maggie: Because I believed people—I believed them when they said it would get better.

Parker: Yes?
Owen: It's okay, mate. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm a doctor.
Parker: You're a very violent doctor. I've been watching you.
Owen: Henry Parker, yeah?
Parker: You're Torchwood, yes? Did the American send you?
Owen: Yeah, he sent me. How do you know so much about us?
Parker: They could've sent that Japanese girl. I like her.
Owen: Yeah, well, I'm sorry. You got me.
Parker: Is she, uh, on your phone thing? That earpiece?
Owen: Yeah.
Parker: to Tosh Hello! Just to say you've got very lovely legs. You should show them off more.

Owen: You can't stop it, Mr. Parker. I'm sorry, but it's going to happen one day.
Parker: It'll be dark and I'll be alone.
Owen: Where are you now? It's dark and you're all alone, so what's the difference?
Parker: I don't understand what's keeping me here.

Parker: Don't you sit there pontificating. You're just a boy, what do you know about anything? I've traveled the world. Fought in the war. Started my own business.Made a fortune. Married. Widowed. My collection, all of it. I've done so much. And this is where I ended up. Alone. Lying in my own piss, And do you know what I want?
Owen: Clean sheets?
Parker: I want a steak. Medium rare. Black pepper sauce. Look at me! Fed through a tube. I might as well be dead already.

Martha: Well, it's been ... interesting.
Jack: Oh! It's been fun. You know it has. Martha kisses him
Martha: Well, everyone else has had a go.

Maggie: I thought you came here to jump?
Owen: No. I came here to help.
Maggie: What do I do now?
Owen: You've got a choice. If you think that the darkness is too much, then go for it. But if there is a chance, just some hope. It could be having a cigarette or that first sip of hot tea on a cold morning. Or it could be your mates. But if there is even a tiny glimmer of light, don't you think that's worth taking a chance?

SOMETHING BORROWED

FROM OUT OF THE RAIN

ADRIFT

FRAGMENTS

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