Gwen: So what do we do? Hmm? Just sit here?
Jack: Worse than that, do I have to stay in these clothes? I mean, come on, tracksuit bottoms? Not a good look.
Jack: I'm a fixed point in time and space, that's what the Doctor says. I think that means it's forever.
Jack: So, we've got guns. Okay. And a pen knife, laptop, now dead, credit cards and a phone, which they can trace, Lemsip, book of stamps, pair of contact lenses and 15 quid.
Gwen: Plus 25 pence. With some bloody alien thing turning up today.
Ianto: We've still got some of the Torchwood software, though. We've lost the Hub, but the software still exists on the server. Trouble is, we're gonna need some more equipment. Not to mention electricity.
Rhys: And how are we gonna manage that, hidden away like criminals?
Gwen: Well, that's it. Brilliant.
Gwen: Criminals. Thieves. Us. Well, they're treating us like criminals, let's be criminals. Listen, I trained with the police. I know every trick in the book. Seen the lot. Come on, boys. You're gonna learn some tricks.
456: We have a request.
John Frobisher: By all means.
456: We want a gift.
John Frobisher: Of course. But, uh, what nature of gift, exactly?
456: A gift.
John Frobisher: Gladly. But what do you want?
456: We want... your children. We will take your children.