Daughter: I’ve never seen you this detached from me—from reality.
Scientist: I’m working on breathtaking things, Lois! Great things!
Daughter: And you still won’t tell me what it is?
Scientist: Not yet.
Daughter: You’ve got your own staff consumed with curiosity. Even your secretary has asked me if I know what it is you’re doing behind that tightly locked lab of yours!
Scientist: She’s a sneaking, prying female! I should fire her! And I suppose George is quizzing you, too?
Daughter: A little. I think he feels a deep resentment because you cut him off from your work so.
Scientist: He’s an opportunist, not a scientist!
Investigator: Oh, you’d be surprised to know how well Washington knows you! Care to hear how famous you are? “Dr Stevens, oceanographer. One of the leaders in his field. Author of two highly controversial books, Biological Effects Of Radiation On Marine Life and Nature’s Own Death-Ray.”
Scientist: You have been busy, Mr Grant!
Investigator: There’s more! “Dr Stevens, in a laboratory experiment, successfully activated the hydrogen isotopes in heavy water to form an atomic chain reaction. He called this development the first workable death-ray.” Suppose you tell me what you were doing with that Geiger counter?
Scientist: Well, I told you I thought the boat showed radiation burns. I wanted to verify it. I did. Scientific curiosity, you might say!
Janitor: You know what they’re saying in town? That nothing like this ever happened until they opened this school here!
Janitor: It ain’t normal—this carrying on!
Older scientist’s daughter: You seem a little nervous, Mr Baxter!
Younger scientist: Why don’t you call me ‘Ted’? ‘Mr Baxter’ seems so formal, especially here at the beach!
First scientist: I saw a fisherman’s body washed up on the shore last night.
Second scientist: These men get very careless. They think they rule the sea, but it’s just the opposite! The sea rules us!
First scientist: You say you made a close examination of this light?
Second scientist: Not as close as I would have liked! It was being guarded by a—a sea serpent! A hideous beast that defies description!
Second scientist: Oh, doctor, if I didn’t know you were a scientist of high standards, I’d say you were a victim of the ridiculous ‘Phantom’ stories that are running wild around the village!
First scientist: Since marine life lives in a constant flow of heavy water, the effect of radiation on it would be completely different than it is on humans.
Second scientist: That’s your theory on mutations, isn’t it, doctor?
First scientist: Yes. And if what I believe is true, this monster that I saw in the ocean was a mutation of some sea creature. You see, it draws its energy from the nuclear light itself, just as plant life needs the sun to grow on!
Second scientist: Well, have you any evidence to support this fantastic theory of yours?
First scientist: I created such a mutant in my own laboratory!
Second scientist: Oh, come now, doctor!
First scientist: I destroyed it, just as this creature must be destroyed! And the knowledge that went into creating it!
Scientist: Ethel, I consider you an intelligent woman. A bit bitter, perhaps. No great lover of mankind. But still, intelligent…
Male traitor: Where will I find you?
Female spy: I’ll be spending most of my time soaking up a little sun at Colby’s Point. That’s where we used to meet, remember?
Male traitor: I remember. For quite a while we were just a man and a woman. I didn’t know then that they could put beauty and poison together so cleverly in one package!
Female spy: Ha, ha, ha!
Scientist: Dr Stevens is a very bright young man. Sometimes I think he’s too bright!
Daughter: Too bright? I don’t understand what you mean!
Scientist: Oh, just an old coot thinking out loud!
Scientist: You know, science is a devouring mistress! She devours all who seek to fathom her mysteries. And for every secret she reveals, she demands a price—a price that a scientist must be prepared to pay. Even at the cost of his life—or the life of others who stand in the way of his search!
Daughter: You say that almost as though—you were threatening me!
Scientist: You? Ha, ha, ha! What nonsense!
Scientist: Knowledge sometimes has jaws, like a steel trap! And it can destroy either the hunter or the hunted!
Daughter: You frighten me when you talk like that!
Janitor: Do you mean to say that’s one of God’s creatures?
Scientist: No, Andy, that’s one of man’s follies—and I pray to God there’ll never be another!
Older scientist’s daughter: I know he meant this power to help humanity, not destroy it!
Younger scientist: I’m sure he did. And he paid for his mistake. Nature has many secrets that man mustn’t disturb. This was one of them!
Scientist: Once the psycho-barrier has been activated, you cannot restore memory!
Scientist: How much has Dr Crowther told you?
Nurse: Only that Hagan Arnold was on a special mission in Sino-Asia. Did he fail?
Scientist: No, no, on the contrary, he was quite successful. He was sent to confirm the rumour that the Sinoese were mass-producing male babies.
Nurse: Only boys?
Scientist: Scientific breakthrough!
Military man: Dr Crowther, I would like to see a much more positive attitude!
Scientist: Colonel, whatever Hagan Arnold knew has been erased from his mind.
Military man: Are you sure?
Scientist: Absolutely sure? No, I’m not. It could conceivably be lurking somewhere in the depths of his subconscious—but how on earth are we going to dredge it up?
Military man: You’re the scientist!
Evil Asian dictator: What do you say about us? Ah, yes! – we are inscrutable. Indeed. I shall not disappoint you, and will remain inscrutable—and tell you, Mr Arnold, that we will conquer the West! You find that amusing?
Hero: Frankly, I do!
Evil Asian dictator: You will not provoke me into revealing what I have in store for your people!
Military man: We’ve got to find out what that message meant!
First scientist: We’ve tried.
Military man: As far as I can see, not hard enough!
Second scientist: There’s resistance, and that resistance is in Hagan Arnold’s brain.
Third scientist: Dr Crowther was right.
Military man: I’m not interested in who’s right or wrong! I want results!
Second scientist: There’s nothing else we can do! Now, you’ve got to reconcile yourself to that fact!
Military man: It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever get involved with scientists again!
Scientist: It’s absurd! How could I make an agreement with Sino-Asia? I’m a scientist! What would I have to gain?
Military man: We’ll let a Board of Inquiry determine that!
First military man: You can’t just let us die!
Scientist: Oh, it can’t be helped, unfortunately! But if we all keep our heads, I think we can confine these diseases to our own little group.
Second military man: Our own little group!?
Scientist: We must remain absolutely calm. The fever will come on slowly. At first, it will be hardly noticeable. Then there’ll be physical signs—swellings, sores. Bone-crushing pain…
First military man: Oh, my God!
Scientist: The dead must be cremated by their surviving companions, who will in turn, of course, be disposed of by their survivors, and so on… The clothing should be burnt, also; ultimately, the buildings; until finally, the last man dies in what will be, I’m afraid—indescribable agony…
Student #1: I don’t know why you want to make such a fuss of that Ralph Wiley.
Student #2: He’s a swell swimmer! He made the freshman team last year he went to college.
Student #1: Yeah, and then they left him out. My dad knows his family. None of them are any good. His father and mother just got a divorce in Paris.
Student #2: Yeah!?
Student #1: You know, Ralph runs around pretty much on his own. He’s been in a couple of jams.
Student #2: Well, I only try to say hello to him. I don’t go around with him.
Student #1: Well, you better not. He’s a little too old for us. That’s what my dad says.
Student #2: Hmm..!
Mother: Why don’t you speak frankly to Bill? He’ll be honest, whatever the trouble is. I’m sure Bill Harper never lied about anything.
Daughter: Yes, that’s right! Bill’s mother says he never lies!
Mother: There! You see?
Federal officer: Here is an example: a sixteen-year-old lad, apprehended in the act of staging a hold-up. Sixteen years old, and a marijuana addict! Here is a most tragic case—
Principal: Yes, I remember: just a young boy. Under the influence of the drug, he killed his entire family with an axe!
Federal officer: Then there is the most vicious type of case. Here – in Michigan – a young girl, seventeen years old – a reefer smoker, taken in a raid in the company of five young men!
Principal: I happened to attend the recent interscholastic tennis matches, and while Bill Harper had been considered an exceedingly good player, I saw him miss the ball by as much as three or four feet. This, I understand, could be attributed to the use of—marijuana!
Attorney: Although you didn’t know, of your own knowledge, that the defendant was using marijuana, did you notice any changes that would lead you to believe, as an educator, that he was under some severe mental strain which might possibly have been induced by some drug?
Principal: Yes! I recall distinctly a few weeks ago— It was during a class of English literature. There was a serious discussion of Shakespeare’s Romeo And Juliet, when he suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of hysterical laughter!
Drug pusher: I did everything I could to get him to come up to the apartment! I’m just as much to blame! I am! I am!
Judge: Do I understand you wish to plead guilty to a charge of fostering moral delinquency?
Male pilot: This is the hottest crew I’ve ever worked with! Particularly the brains department.
Male reporter: Yeah…very attractive, too!
Male pilot: Yeah, I agree. But – you can quote me on this! – unless you look like a test tube or a chemical formula, you haven’t got a chance.
Male pilot: Now, don’t get mad at me—but can’t you ever relax? All these weeks, months, I’ve been watching you: nothing but work, work, work. Now, I’ve been wondering: how does a girl like you get mixed up in a thing like this in the first place?
Female scientist: I suppose you think that women should only cook, and sew, and bear children?
Male pilot: Isn’t that enough?
Male scientist: There must be an error there.
Female scientist: I have made no error, Dr Eckstrom.
Male scientist: I have to say you have made an error—and discard your figures. I’m sorry.
Female scientist: Don’t be.
Male scientist: Surely you’re not going to let emotion enter into this?
Female scientist: Certainly not.
Male scientist: We’ll continue computing using my figures as the basis.
Female scientist: Yes, Doctor. Except that I feel very strongly I should say that—we should try both.
Male scientist: We can’t. To complete either calculation will take 6-8 hours. We can’t afford the time. It’s either one or the other, Dr Van Horn.
Female scientist: But it doesn’t have to be! You can’t be arbitrary about imposing your will when these people’s lives are at stake! Don’t you realise that? You speak as calmly as if you were saying, “Pass the salt”. Aren’t you human? Are you made of ice?… I’m sorry. I apologise.
Male scientist: For what? For momentarily being a woman? It’s completely understandable, Miss Van Horn.
Female scientist: Doctor—can we be quite sure that these proportions are safe? We never proved it by experiment.
Male scientist: The mathematical theory is beyond question.
Female scientist: But of course, we know—sometimes it behaves unpredictably!
Male scientist: Woman’s intuition again?
Scientist: According to legend, the vampire who has the Bloodstone can survive without killing. It is true, yes?
Vampire: Yes—but there is a dark side to its power. It’s driven Radu mad!
Doctor: This is crazy!
Scientist: We are scientists, Anna: we must keep an open mind!
First scientist: If she drank from the Bloodstone, we should find some unusual sequences in the DNA. Find the Bloodstone’s DNA, and we may find the secret to eternal youth!
Second scientist: Are we trying to cure this girl—or use her for our research?
First scientist: We are scientists masquerading as doctors. The most important thing is to gain possession of the Bloodstone!
Scientist: The first stage of the treatment is to draw the blood from your body, purify and filter it, and replace it once again. I predict that we should see something of an improvement!
Scientist: Let me see the Bloodstone; give me a few drops of its essence—in the name of science!
Vampire: I have lived a thousand years, witnessed the progress of Man. I have a weak spot in my heart for the scientist!
Vampire: I warn you, doctor: the mysteries of the Bloodstone cannot be illuminated by science!
First vampire: Tell me, master: if the doctor is descended from our bloodline, how is it he can stand the light, and touch holy water with his bare hands?
Second vampire: He is spawned from our blood, but he has altered himself—with science!
Scientist: Radu must be destroyed—by a mortal’s hand.
First doctor: Why me? Why not Lupu? He is a mortal too!
Second doctor: I’m a brain surgeon, not a vampire hunter!
Scientist: We don’t have time for this!
Doctor: Let it go, Jan. Show some respect for the dead.
Scientist: I am one of the dead, so don’t tell me what to do!
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