Robots: Now it's time for the face-off!

Jack Harkness: What does that mean? Do I get to compete with someone else?

Robots: No, like I said, face...off. I think you'd look good with a dog's head! Or maybe no head at all, that would be so outrageous. And we could stitch your legs to the middle of your chest. Nothing is too extreme. It's to die for.

Jack Harkness: Hold on, ladies, I don't want to have to shoot either one of you.

Robots: But you're unarmed. You're naked! But that's a Compact Laser Deluxe. Where were you hiding that?

Jack Harkness: You really don't want to know.