Why do you think I’m so desperate to come back? There’s something out there in the dark. And it’s moving.

Jack: You hid a Cyberman within Torchwood and you didn’t tell us? What else are you keeping from us?
Ianto: Like you care. I clear up your shit, no questions asked, and that’s the way you like it. When did you last ask me anything about my life? …Her name’s Lisa. She’s my girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry.”

JACK: Suddenly, in an underground mortuary on a wet night in Cardiff, I hear the song of a nightingale.

Miss Martha Jones.

DIANE: I’m waiting for you to pull out my chair.
OWEN: Let me get this straight—-you expect equality and chivalry?
DIANE: I don’t see why they should be mutually exclusive.

THIS^

So I’m King of the Weevils. Maybe even Weevil Messiah. But whichever way you look at it—-it ain’t good.

Owen: You’re not a figment of my imagination, and I don’t know what’s happening anymore. Maybe this is what a mental breakdown feels like.
Jack: You’re fine. It’s the rest of the world that’s delusional.

I just want to hug Owen so badly… :(

Gwen: I’m not being rude or anything, but, well, maybe I am, but, how do you switch off from all this stuff? What do you do to relax?
Owen: I torture people in happy relationships.