Jack: Who the hell are you?
Mickey: What do you mean, who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?
Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. Whatever your selling, we're not buying.
Mickey: Get out of my way!
Jack: Don't tell me. This must be Mickey.
Doctor: Here comes trouble! How're you doing, Ricky boy?
Mickey: It's Mickey!
Rose: Don't listen to him, he's winding you up.
MICKEY: You look fantastic.
Jack: Aw, sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that?
Doctor: Buy me a drink first.
Jack: You're such hard work.
Doctor: But worth it.
Doctor: I told you, you don't need a passport.
Rose: It's all very well going to Platform One and Justicia and the Glass Pyramid of San Kaloon, but what if we end up in Brazil? I might need it. You see, I'm prepared for anything.
Mickey: Sounds like your staying, then. So, what're you doing in Cardiff? And who the hell's Jumping Jack Flash? I mean, I don't mind you hanging out with big-ears up there.
Mickey: Look in the mirror. But this guy, I don't know, he's kind of..
Mickey: More like cheesy.
Jack: Early twenty first Century slang. Is cheesy good or bad?
Mickey: It's bad.
Jack: But bad means good, isn't that right?
Doctor: Are you saying I'm not handsome?
Mickey: But that's what I meant. There's no police boxes anymore, so doesn't it get noticed?
Doctor: Ricky, let me tell you something about the human race. You put a mysterious blue box slap bang in the middle of town, what do they do? Walk past it.
Margaret: You're with child?
Cathy: Three months. It's not showing yet. Wasn't planned, it was an accident. Nice accident, though.
Cathy: Thank you. How about you? You got any kids?
Cathy: Is there a Mister Blaine?
Margaret: Not anymore. I'm all on my own. I had quite a sizeable family, once upon a time. Wonderful brothers. Oh, they were bold. But all of them gone now. Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm cursed.
Cathy: No, no, I don't think so. Not really.
Margaret: You're very kind. If you don't mind, I might be a while. You run along. Perhaps we could do this another day.
Cathy: Are you all right?
Cathy: Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll leave my details with your office. Thanks for talking. Margaret: Thank you.
Jack: According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit. Okay, plan of attack, we assume a basic fifty seven fifty six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That'll designate Exit One, I'll cover Exit Two. Rose, you Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Have you got that?
Doctor: Excuse me. Who's in charge?
Jack: Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir.
Doctor: Right, here's the plan. Like he said. Nice plan. Anything else?
Mickey: So, what do you want to do now?
Rose: Don't mind.
Mickey: We could ask about hotels.
Rose: What would Trisha Delaney say?
Mickey: Suppose. There's a bar down there with a Spanish name or something.
Rose: You don't even like Trisha Delaney!
Mickey: Oh, is that right? What the hell do you know?
Rose: I know you, And I know her. And I know that's never going to happen. So who do you think you're kidding?
Mickey: At least I know where she is!
Rose: There we are, then. It's got nothing to do with Trisha. This is all about me, isn't it?
Mickey: You left me! We were nice, we were happy. And then what? You give me a kiss and you run off with him, and you make me feel like nothing, Rose. I was nothing. I can't even go out with a stupid girl from a shop because you pick up the phone and I comes running. I mean, is that what I am, Rose, standby? Am I just supposed to sit here for the rest of my life, waiting for you? Because I will.
Rose: I'm sorry.
Margaret: Then you know I'm capable of better.
Doctor: It doesn't mean anything.
Margaret: I spared her life.
Doctor: You let one of them go, but that's nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim's spared because she smiled, because he's got freckles, because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction, you happen to be kind.
Margaret: Only a killer would know that. Is that right? From what I've seen, your funny little happy go lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many peoples lives, you might as well be a god. And you're right, Doctor. You're absolutely right. Sometimes you let one go. Let me go.
Mickey: I'm not asking you to leave him, because I know that's not fair. But I just need something, yeah? Some sort of promise that when you do come back, you're coming back for me.
Rose: What happened to Margaret?
Jack: Must've got burnt up. Carried out her own death sentence.
Doctor: No, I don't think she's dead.
Rose: Then where'd she go?
Doctor: She looked into the heart of the Tardis. Even I don't know how strong that is. And the ship's telepathic, like I told you, Rose. Gets inside your head. Translates alien languages. Maybe the raw energy can translate all sorts of thoughts. Here she is.
Rose: She's an egg?
Doctor: Regressed to her childhood.
Jack: She's an egg?
Doctor: She can start again. Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family, tell them to bring her up properly, she might be all right!
Jack: Or she might be worse.
Doctor: That's her choice.
Doctor: How's Mickey?
Rose: He's okay. He's gone.
Doctor: Do you want to go and find him? We'll wait.
Rose: No need. He deserves better.
Doctor: Off we go, then. Always moving on
Jack: Next stop, Raxacoricofallapatorius. Now you don't often get to say that.
Doctor: We'll just stop by and pop her in the hatchery. Margaret the Slitheen can live her life again. A second chance.
Rose: That'd be nice.