Torchwood Series 2



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Owen: Well the DNA tracers are stable, there are some signs of animal sedative. But no detectable diseases or residues. My guess is it’s good to eat.
Gwen: Would you eat it?
Ianto: Pizza’s arrived. I presumed it would be a late one.
Owen: What’d you get me?
Ianto: Usual. Meat Feast.
Owen: Lovely.

Gwen: I have to stop home and check on Rhys first.
Jack: Good idea. Find out how much he knows.
Gwen: That’s not what I meant.

Gwen: Have you ever eaten alien meat?
Jack: Yeah.
Gwen: What was it like?
Jack: He seemed to enjoy it.

Ianto: Did you bring the alarm deactivator? Owen shoots it. Well that’s one way of doing it.

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.

Tosh: Maybe the answer is to go out with someone who knows what you do.
Owen: Look around you, Tosh. Only we know what we do.

Owen: So not only is it replenishing its own flesh but it’s increasing it. Giving them a brand new meat supply.
Gwen: It would last them for years then.
Tosh: If we understood how it worked we could feed the world.
Ianto: We could release a single.

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.

Gwen: What is this? Scooby Doo?

Owen: We’ve handled bigger than this. Why don’t we just storm in, guns in the air, and arrest ’em?
Jack: These guys aren’t organized criminals. If we go in, guns blazing, they’ll kill the evidence and run.
Owen: I wasn’t suggesting blazing. Just waving.

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