Jack: I hate to break it to you, but you’re not my first. Anti-Weevil spray, hand clamps. C’mon, let’s make this easy for both of us. The weevil attacks. This always happens when I give them the night off.
Jack: Sorry to do this, kind of an emergency. I’ll have her back for dessert.
Rhys: Hey, hold on Sarge, that’s my girlfriend.
Gwen: Rhys, this is Jack.
Rhys: Sit down Gwen.
Gwen: He’s my boss.
Rhys: Sit the fuck down.
Gwen: Don’t ever speak to me like that.
Jack: You promised to keep hold of your life. Don’t let it drift.
Bartender: Little bit of advice: next time you feel like this, you should stay in.
Owen: Trust me, the bigger the crowd, the more alone I feel.
Gwen: Owen’s still not answering his phone.
Tosh: Well, he’s been even more erratic than usual since that thing with Diane.
Gwen: Since the what?
Tosh: It’s none of my business.
Gwen: What thing? What thing, Tosh?
Tosh: Owen and Diane. Before she took the plane. They had a thing. You knew that, right?
Gwen: Oh yeah. I just didn’t know they had a thing thing.
Jack about Janet: Owen’s been studying this one. He thinks they have a low level of telepathic ability to share emotion across distance.
Ianto: You mean it might be feeling the pain of another Weevil?
Jack: Kinda hope we’re wrong, though.
Ianto: Why?
Jack: Because that would mean somebody’s not only kidnapping Weevils, they’re causing them pain.
Tosh: I think these guys really don’t like to be watched.
Jack: See, I know it’s a character flaw but that makes me all the more determined to find out what it is they’re hiding.
Jack: You know what they used these warehouses for during World War II? Storing the bodies of dead GIs. pause. Sometimes you can know too much history.
Owen: This is Owen’s voicemail. Don’t leave a message.
Jack: Nice try, Owen.
Gwen: Tosh mentioned you and Diane. Did you—
Owen: I didn’t want her to go. She went.
Gwen: Why are we still doing this, me and you?
Owen: Fine. Let’s not. I was getting bored of your fuck-tricks anyway.
Gwen: You can be such a wanker sometimes, Owen! Do you know that?
Owen: I do, as a matter of fact.
Gwen: What time will you be back?
Rhys: Not sure.
Gwen: But, I’m in tonight.
Rhys: Well I’m not.
Mark Lynch: Ask yourself, what’s the point of your life?
Owen: Mark. Mate. I only came here for a beer.
Mark Lynch: It’s closer than you think. Something’s coming. Out there. In the darkness. Something is coming.
Gwen: I need to tell you something.
Rhys: What sort of thing?
Gwen: I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been having sex with someone else from work. His name’s Owen. I mean, he’s a bit of a tosser actually, and it’s all gonna stop but, um—
Rhys: Shut up—
Gwen: I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.
Rhys: You wouldn’t do that!
Gwen: But I have.
Rhys: Then, then why are you telling me?
Gwen: Because I’m ashamed. And I’m angry. And I want, I want… I need— I need you to forgive me. And because I’ve drugged you.
Rhys: You’ve done what?
Gwen: Just sit down, it’s nothing. It’s just an amnesia pill. Dash of sedative, you’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll forget everything. Rhys—
Rhys: God. You selfish bitch!
Gwen: I know, I just thought it would give us a chance— a chance to get everything out in the open, you know? Get everything out. Rhys. Stay with me, Rhys! Say you forgive me. Say, “It’s all right, Gwen.” “Gwen, it’s all right.” Say it, please, Rhys. Rhys, just say it once, say it once: “I forgive you.” Rhys, please say it!
Mark: So who are you, Owen?
Owen: Sorry?
Mark: Be pretty stupid not to assume you’re not connected to those two in the black SUV.
Owen: I don’t know what you mean.
Mark: Bloke in the big coat, cute little Asian girl. I was watching. Nice web site by the way. Kudos to whoever did that. Although jellied eels—I’m not sure that was your greatest idea.
Owen laughs: I wasn’t that bad.
Mark: Pretty much you were.