Jack: Suddenly in an underground mortuary, on a wet night in Cardiff, I hear the sound of a nightingale. Miss Martha Jones.
Jack: Dr. Jones is from UNIT.
Gwen: Oh, um, sorry. I get a bit confused. Which one’s UNIT?
Jack: Intelligence, military, cute red caps, um, the acceptable face of intelligence-gathering on aliens. We’re more ad hoc. But better looking!
Jack: Come on Martha, be honest. You just came all this way to see me.
Martha: Still struggling to conquer your shyness, huh Jack?
Jack: So. End of the World Survivors Club.
Martha: God, I am so glad to see you, Jack.
Jack: See, you did come all this way to see me. It’s the jaw line. Once seen, always yearned for.
Jack: Do you miss him?
Martha: No. I made my choice. {Jack looks at her.} Maybe sometimes.
Martha: We must be the only two people on the planet.
Gwen: I know. What are we doing wrong.
Jack: Oy! You talking about me?
Gwen: No no. We were just discussing alien flora.
Jack: She’s no fun. Raise your game, girls.
Owen: So you and Jack go back a long way?
Martha: Forward and back, really.
Owen: What brought you together?
Martha: Let’s say… we were under the same Doctor.
Owen: Right. Listen, Marie, you’re gonna have to level with us. This could be a matter of life and death. Have you ever had a serious medical condition?
Marie: Too good to be true.
Martha: What d’you mean?
Marie: I had HIV.
Martha: You’re perfectly clear of antibodies. That’s not medically possible.
Marie: That’s the Reset.
Owen: Now if there was a drug that could restore a human body back to its factory settings, as it were, you would know about it.
Professor Aaron Copley (Alan Dale): You’re right. I would. But nothing like that exists.
Jack: I had a boyfriend who’s nostrils flared when he was lying.
Jack to Owen: Grey is so not her color.
Martha: I know it’s hard to believe, Owen, but I wasn’t thinking of you.
Owen: Listen, I know you’re good buddies from way back or whatever but you can’t just send her in like this.
Jack: Trust me, she’s more than capable. I’d rely on Martha if the world was ending. {he leans in.} In fact, I did.
Martha: So am I right in thinking that you and he…?
Ianto: We… dabble.
Martha: Yeah?
Ianto: Yeah.
Martha: So what’s his dabbling like?
Ianto: Innovative.
Martha: Really?
Ianto: Bordering on the avant garde.
Martha: Wow.
Ianto: Oh yeah.
Jack about Martha: Did I mention she was brilliant?
Copley (Alan Dale): I see you’re a postgraduate student at the moment.
Martha: That’s right.
Copley: Studying what?
Martha: Creative writing. So I really need the cash.
Copley: We’ve analyzed your test results. You really are something special.
Ianto: Oh you are warped on the inside. How do you think of these things?
Tosh: I’ll take that as a compliment.
Martha: Owen! Can you hear me, Owen?
Tosh: You’ve got to help him!
Jack: Owen, stay with me. Owen, look at me. Look at me. Owen, look right at me. Stay with me, Owen. Stay with me. Stay with me, buddy. Come on!
Martha: Owen, speak to me! He’s dead.
Jack: Owen…