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Jack. Rex. How about you just take your pants off, measure your penises and save everyone a lot of time? :p
... No, Rex, I was actually kidding about you taking off your pants.
Are we really going to do every US vs UK joke? REally. I'm pretty sure Gwen ought to be well aware that they drive on the other side of the street.
... apparently you can only be unconscious when the plot requires it?
... seriously? A pharmaceutical money making conspiracy? That's what we're going with? SERIOUSLY?
And if course a TARDIS reference.
*giggle* The poets can't write about death any more! That just leaves sex, I guess.
Hey, I think that conversation probably went long enough without bringing up Rex that it probably counts as a Bechdel pass!
Oh Jack.
OSWALD WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN THIS SHOW? GO AWAY!
Okay, I get it, you're on American cable, LOTS AND LOTS OF SEX EVERYWHERE. Really, Rex? REALLY? You got harpooned the other day. (Jack, well, is Jack :p)
Oh, sure, bring up Ianto and not, y'know, Tosh and Owen. They'd be nice to have around now too!
Hee! "Yeah, I can see you. A little too much you, not enough baby! Put up the baby!" That child remains incredibly adorable.
Jack you are weird.
"You weren't impaled" "You should see the other guy." Oh JACK.
Forty. Right.
I'm just waiting for the lip reading software to have massive issues with voiced/unvoiced consonants.
Jack, are you having fun?
Oswald. I hate you. Go away. You are not making me hate you less. In fact, you are are making me hate you more with each passing moment. I still don't understand why you are a character, even if you have now spoken to Jack.