Rhys about the global incidents: Do you think it is terrorists? Gwen: Terrorists bomb things. This is different. Woman on TV: People didn't believe us. Now they should. This is the end of days. Jack: Okay, I've been fielding calls all night. The government, UNIT, the CIA. Half the Western world and a good portion…

Jack: Wow. Look at the chandelier. No neon lights back then. Just dashing young soldiers and pretty young ladies. And as they danced, the girls would look into their partners' eyes, smile softly and say— Tosh: Jack! Mind my laptop. Jack: I was thinking more along the lines of, "And how long before you head…

Jack: I hate to break it to you, but you're not my first. Anti-Weevil spray, hand clamps. C'mon, let's make this easy for both of us. The weevil attacks. This always happens when I give them the night off. Jack: Sorry to do this, kind of an emergency. I'll have her back for dessert. Rhys:…

Jack: When did you leave? Diane Harris: About half an hour ago. Jack: Which date? Diane Harris: Today. December the eighteenth. Jack: Which year? Which year? I need to know. Diane Harris: 1953. Gwen: At least it wasn't a spaceship full of aliens. Jack: That might have been easier. Diane: If all this is true,…

Eugene Jones: The speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second. Pain travels through the body at 350 feet per second. Even a sneeze can reach a hundred miles per hour. And as for life. Well, that just bloody whizzes by. So then. This is me. Eugene Jones. Eugene Jones (Paul Chequer): Am I dead? Eugene: Stick with…

Detective Swanson (Yasmin Bannerman): 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'd rather me naked? Detective…

Soldier with some issues to Mary: Do whores have prayers? Jack: Once—just once—I'd like to walk into one of these tents and find it's a party. You know, with food and drink, people dancing... a girl crying in the corner. Gwen: Is it alien? Jack: And how. I'm picking up traces of ilminite, pyroxine and…

Owen: I hate the countryside. It's dirty, it's unhygienic. And what is that smell? Gwen: That would be grass. Owen: It's disgusting. Gwen: The Rift doesn't spread out this far, does it? Jack: We don't know that much about it to be certain. And it's increasing in activity all the time. Jack: We'll start with…

Jack: You shouldn't be here. Ianto: Neither should you. Jack: What have you got? Ianto: Funny sort of weather patterns. Estelle: Fairies are shy, you see. But I know in my heart that they're friendly, loving creatures. She ends the lecture. Thank you. Jack: Wrong. She always gets it wrong. Gwen: Well I suppose one…

Ianto: Can you make it two pepperoni feasts tonight? And a tub of coleslaw. My boss says I'm not eating enough vegetables. 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…

Gwen: I've lost him, Tosh. I've lost him. Tosh: I swear, whatever it is, you're holding it. Jack: Gwen? Are you all right? Gwen: I've just seen a ghost. Owen: Intense emotions can be part of a neurological event. Hallucinations. Dementia. Gwen: I wasn't hallucinating, Owen. And I'm not bloody senile. Jack: You pushed this…

Jack: All right, usual formation. Gwen: What's the usual formation? Owen: Varies. Gwen: How can the usual formation vary? Jack: What do we know? Owen: Bog standard space debris. to Gwen. That's a technical term. Gwen: Yeah, thanks. Owen: Make yourself useful, sweetheart. Pass us that big chisel from the toolbox. Gwen: Not sweetheart. Gwen.…

"Move 'em back," they said. "Leave it safe." "Special access," they said. Gwen Cooper: For who? Torchwood. Gwen: Who's Torchwood? PC Andy Davidson: Special Ops or something. about the coffee. 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…