- Rhiannon Davies: Seriously, how'd you get in that state?
- Ianto Jones: A bomb. It was meant for me and the people I work with.
- Rhiannon Davies: My God, why?
- Ianto Jones: I don't know.
- Rhiannon Davies: What sort of civil servants are you?
- Ianto Jones: Unappreciated ones.
- Rhys Williams: How're you, love?
- Gwen Cooper: My best friend's belly had a bomb go off in it last night. Someone's been trying to kill us ever since. I'm traveling at 70 miles an hour on top of a bed of potatoes, and I think I'm going to be sick.
- Rhys Williams: Travel sick, is it?
- Gwen Cooper: When have you ever known me to be travel sick?
- Rhys Williams: Well... when have you ever traveled like this?
- Gwen Cooper: Mhm.
- Rhys Williams: On an empty stomach...
- [off Gwen's look]
- Rhys Williams: What? What?
- Gwen Cooper: You know some of those announcements you, you rehearse in your head. And this wasn't quite what I had in mind
- Rhys Williams: What do you mean 'announcements'?
- [Gwen smiles]
- Rhys Williams: I don't question you defending the world against alien invasion, don't question my knowledge of the hauling industry.
- Gwen Cooper: [Gwen has announced her pregnancy and insists it changes nothing] We're up the same creek and we still need a paddle.
- Rhys Williams: Well yeah, but three of us in the boat!
- Soldier: [barge into Ianto's sister's home] We're looking for Ianto Jones!
- Johnny Davies: [lying naked in bed with gun pointed at him] You're not going to find him in my bed, will you? I'm a married man.
- Holly Frobisher: Dad?
- John Frobisher: What?
- Holly Frobisher, Lilly Frobisher: [chanting together in a mysterious monotone] We want a pony. We want a pony. We want a pony.
- Rhiannon Davies: [holding a note from Ianto the morning after soldiers broke into her home looking for him] What's he done?
- [to her husband Johnny]
- Rhiannon Davies: Why's he bringing it to our door?
- Johnny Davies: [comforting] Hey,hey we're the only family he's got.
- [Gwen's just announced her pregnancy]
- Rhys Williams: Hang on. The bomb, the guns, the car chase, the hiding from the law. God, what am I like, letting you do all that in your condition?
- Gwen Cooper: Well, you carried my bag.