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.

Gwen: Jack what have you got? {Jack holds up the glove.} Oh my god.
Tosh: You can’t use that. Not after Suzie.
Jack: I’m using the glove. I’m bringing Owen back.

Jack: Okay Team, say your goodbyes. Gwen? {Gwen is at a loss.}
Owen: Gwen, no offense but I’ve only got two minutes to live.
Jack: Tosh?
Tosh: Owen, I’m going to miss you. And I love you. Always have.
Jack: Owen, I need the code for the alien morgue. You’re the only one that knows it.
Owen: You brought me back for that? For that?!?!

Owen: I’m really gonna need that hand back.
Jack: Owen?
Ianto: Two minutes, twenty.
Jack: But I’m not using the glove!
Owen: But I’m still here.
Ianto: Oh, here we go again.

Jack: Owen, I don’t need to tell you that you’re still under quarantine.
Owen: You don’t. And yet you still do.

Owen to Martha: Is it still necrophilia if I’m conscious?

Tosh: Owen! What I said before, when I thought you were dead—
Owen: I’m not dying, I’m dead. I’m a headless chicken I just haven’t stopped running about yet.
Tosh: Well, when I told you I—
Owen: Yeah. You didn’t mean it. I know.
Tosh: You do?
Owen: Yes. I mean, you didn’t say anything before and then suddenly I’m dying and it’s like, “I love you.” That’s not love, Tosh. That’s grief. You’re losing something so suddenly you desperately desire it. Textbook response.

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: You brought me back for an alarm code!
Jack: That’s not why I brought you back.

Owen: I’m Owen Harper. I work for Torchwood. I’m Special Ops.
Jack: Special Ops? What’s he on about? Special needs, more like it.

Jack: That is the single most disgusting thing I have ever seen! And I know disgusting.

Owen: God I’m gonna miss farting. And sex.
Jack: Sex more than farting, I hope.

Owen: You’ve read Proust?
Jack: Yeah. Well, no. We dated for awhile. He was really immature.
Owen: You know, none of us know whether to take you seriously when you say those things.
Jack: You’ve lived as long as I have, you don’t make it up anymore.

Owen: Why did you bring me back? Guilt?
Jack: No. That’s not why.
Owen: Then when did you bring me back? Really?
Jack: Because I wasn’t ready to give up on you. I was hoping for a miracle. I still am.

Tosh: Are we seriously going to act on something she “Googled”?

Owen: I’ve been thinking there’s something in the darkness waiting for me to finally pass over, but I’ve got it wrong, okay? It’s the other way around. It’s trying to get here through me.

Owen: I can’t sleep, I can’t drink and I can’t shag. And they are three of my favorite things.

Gwen: Last time back when Cardiff was a town it killed twelve people.
So?
Jack: Why didn’t it get to thirteen and where does this “faith” bit come into it?

Ianto: I have searched for the phrase “I shall walk the Earth and my hunger will know no bounds,” but I keep get redirected to Weight Watchers.

Owen: It’s here. I can feel it.
Tosh: Owen you’re scaring me.
Owen: I’m not exactly reassuring myself.

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

Owen: People died because you brought me back. We owe them, you and me.

Tosh: Did he really beat death?
Jack: Well you can never really beat death, never escape it. It’s always in the shadows waiting.