Captain Jack: The last time I was sentenced to death, I ordered four
hyper-vodkas for my breakfast. All a bit of a blur after that... I woke
up in bed with both of my executioners. Lovely couple, they stayed in touch!
Can't say that about most executioners.
Rose: So, who are you supposed to be then?
Jack: (handing her ID papers) Captain Jack Harkness, 133 Squadron, Royal Air
Force. American volunteer.
Rose: Liar. This is psychic paper. It tells me whatever you want it to tell me.
Jack: How do you know?
Rose: Two things. One, I have a friend that uses this all the time, and two,
you just handed me a piece of paper telling me you're single and you work out.
Jack: Tricky thing, psychic paper.
Rose: Yeah. Can't let your mind wander when you're handing it over.
Jack: (reading the psychic paper) Oh, you sort of have a boyfriend called Mickey
Smith, but you consider yourself to be footloose and fancy-free.
Rose: What?
Jack: Actually the word you use is "available."
Rose: No way.
Jack: And another one, "very."
Captain Jack: We could stick it in an escape pod.
Computer: There is no escape pod on board.
Captain Jack: Okay, see the flaw in that. I'll get in the escape pod.
Computer: There is no escape pod on board.
Captain Jack: Did you look everywhere?
Computer: Affirmative.
Captain Jack: Under the sink?
Computer: Affirmative.
The Doctor: Do you mind flirting outside?
Captain Jack: I was just saying hello.
The Doctor: For you that's flirting.