Torchwood: The Twilight Streets

Gwen: I think we need a Torchwood day out to Glasgow. Take Archie out for a drink.
Ianto: I’ll hire a minibus. Probably get it painted matt black quite easily.
Owen: Can we go without the blue lights this time? Sometimes, in the SUV, I feel like I’m in Santa’s Grotto.
Gwen: I like the blue lights, me. What’s wrong with blue lights?
Ianto: I think they look sophisticated. Perhaps Owen’s only happy if they’re red lights.
[Gwen laughed.
Jack came out of the office.]
Gwen: Blue lights, Jack? Or red?
Jack: …sometimes, I’m not sure that office doesn’t lead to a parallel dimension and each Hub I go into is slightly different from the one I left.
Ianto: I think Jack’s a blue light guy. Look at the coat. And those matching shirts.
Gwen: Oh, the shirts, yeah, dead giveaway.
Jack: Owen! Have you been experimenting with strange gasses again?
Owen: Nope! They’re just weird, those two. I got used to it, why haven’t you?