"Well, when you meet God's gift to any species, let me know. I'd love to meet him." It was a low blow, but Ianto didn't mean a word of it. It was all to get a rise out of Jack.
Sue him, he loved the banter between them.
"Ship interesting but useless things? She might, that, if the Rift is behaving. Otherwise I shouldn't worry about it. We'll find things. Though, promise me this. We won't turn into Torchwood Canada?"