Owen: Make yourself useful, sweetheart. Pass us that big chisel from the toolbox.
Gwen: Not sweetheart. Gwen. One syllable, I’m sure you can manage it.
Owen: Not sweet cheeks? Freckles. New Girl.
Gwen: It’s a shame your tool’s not big enough for the job. Darlin’.
Carys: I wish I’d never met you. I wish I was dead. No, I wish you were dead. Call me back.
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?
Owen about Jack: So what’s he told you?
Gwen: What about?
Gwen: You’ve been here longer than I have.
Tosh: We were banking on you.
Owen: You’re a copper, you’re trained to ask questions.
Gwen: You don’t know anything?
Owen: Not who he is, not where he’s from. Nothing, except him being gay.
Gwen: No, he’s not. Really, do you think?
Tosh: No. Owen does. I don’t.
Ianto: And I don’t care.
Owen: Period military is not the dress code of a straight man.
Gwen: I think it suits him. Sort of classic.
Tosh: Exactly! I’ve watched him in action. He’ll shag anything if it’s gorgeous enough.
Jack to Gwen: Are you always this awkward?
Gwen: After all I said, a severed hand is more important to you than Carys’ life.
Jack: You want to prove yourself? Find her. Get your old pals in the police to do something useful for once.
Gwen: Alright, I’ll give them a call. Put out an APB: woman possessed by gas knobbing fellas to death.
Carys: Do you love me, Eddie? Did you ever love me?
Carys: You could’ve saved yourself.
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.
Owen: The strain on her body’s too much. Any second now she’s rat jam.
Jack: That was just the kiss. Imagine the buzz you get from the rest. Carys faints. That wasn’t exactly the reaction I’d anticipated.