Rhys: Who'd you trust to transport your goods? Harwoods! You won't be sorry with a Harwoods lorry!
Gwen: Have you ever eaten alien meat?
Jack: Yeah.
Gwen: What was it like?
Jack: Well, he seemed to enjoy it.
Ianto: Pizza's arrived – thought it would be another late night.
Owen: What did you get?
Ianto: The usual. Meat feast.
Owen: Lovely.
Owen: So the protein chains are regenerating despite the mutilations, 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.
Toshiko: If we understood how worked, we could feed the world!
Ianto: We could release a single.
Rhys: Well if you stopped and asked me exactly what I saw in there instead of showin' off...
Jack (aside): 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.
Jack: If we go in there, guns blazing Owen: I wasn't suggesting blazing. Just waving.
Jack: We're going to save it. Stabilize it, wait for the rift to open, and, fwooh, send it back.
Ianto: ...And guess who'll have to look after it in the meantime?
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