Esther: That guy Mr. Sleazasky went to see, the one from Torchwood, was he like yay high with a really grumpy face and bottle of pain pills he was eating like Skittles?
Beetle Bailey: [Still scrubbing at his hands] Yeah. Yeah, that was him.
Esther: Right. OK.
PANEM ET CIRCENSES
Mr. Sleazasky: [Watches Vera burn alive with all the pleasure of a Capitol citizen watching The Hunger Games]
Rex: Now that I have given away all the leverage I could have used to get myself free from you, how about you let me free from you?
Mr. Sleazasky: Another idea is that I could prod at your visible heart with a fountain pen.
Rex: Wait, you’re a bad guy?
Mr. Sleazasky: Just a middle man, Rex. Like Stuart Owens. He gets his kicks by drinking booze and doing ladies. I get mine by playing racquet sports and waterboarding people.
Rex: [Cries out in agony as Sleazy seriously sticks a pen in his chest and starts noodling around in there.]
Heather Hogan: [Passes the f--k out.]
Esther: Hellooo, Mr. Sleazasky! Hellooooo down here! I’m on a rescue mission! Where are you? Oh, wow. You’re all bloody again.
Mr. Sleazasky: What do you want?
Esther: Um, Dr. Vera Jaurez is on the phone for you.
Mr. Sleazasky: Again with the Vera Juarez thing? Jesus God, I thought only straight white men had this many friends. Just, whatever. Prepare to die.
INFINITY AND BEYOND
Owen Harper: [Calls out to Ianto in a sing-song voice] Better ready another bedroom for — Oh, hang on. Hang on. Holy whoa.
SELF DEFENSE CLASS PAYOFF, YO