Mental

Jack: (to Ellis) Look at it this way; you're either crazy or you're a werewolf. Either way we'll deal with it.

Jack: Ellis, take it easy. I have a suggestion. If might just help. Bite me. Ellis: What?! No, no. No, I can't. Jack: You don't want to face the moonrise alone, that's why we're here. You're all alone. Ellis: I don't want to be alone, no. Jack: Come on. Two werewolves have got to be better than one. Ellis: Why would you do that for me? Jack: Fancy a change. I'm dying to know what happens.

Ellis: No one will listen to me. They didn't believe me. Chloe: Arturo and I spoke to him initially. Arturo: Dr. Belle didn't believe that he fell under the critical category. Carl: Which he didn't. I gave him a prescription. Chloe: He gave him the equivalent of two aspirins and told him to call you in the morning. Carl: You're suggesting this is my fault? Arturo: She's not just suggesting.

Carl: Mr. Kahane, we've seen you at this hospital before though it's been some time. You were diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder in your teens and you've been in some sort of therapy and taking medication every since. Ellis: This isn't it. This is the beast planted inside me. What if I lost control and I harm innocent human beings? I could forfeit my soul. Carl: We can inoculate against that. Chloe: We can?