JACK: As a matter of fact, I was wondering if you could do us a favour.

SWANSON: What, the humble police helping the mighty Torchwood? Why don't you just help yourselves like you normally do.

JACK: Because we can't.

SWANSON: Why's that?

JACK: We're sort of busy.

SWANSON: Well, I'm busy too, try someone else.

JACK: No, no, no. It's just because we can't at the moment because we're sort of stuck.

SWANSON: In what way?

JACK: We're locked in.

SWANSON: You're locked in?

JACK: Just a bit.

SWANSON: Locked in where?

JACK: Er, in our own base.

SWANSON: You're locked inside your own base?

JACK: And it's not funny.

SWANSON: Er, how am I supposed to help you, exactly?

JACK: We need a book of poetry. It's not funny.