Sanctuary

Will: You seem to know a lot about us - for somebody who's just a hired gun. Kate: You seem to know squat about the Cabal. Not good news for your team, boy scout. Will: Magnus knows a hell of a lot more than you think. Kate: Well, then, she should use it.

MacRae: We have a lab set up for you to continue your work, all according to the specifications you sent us … Tesla: I'll need wine, the good stuff, nothing cheap.

(Will is running for his life when Clara closes a shield door) Clara: Are you okay? Will: Oh! You're kidding, right? (on walkie-talkie) Magnus, operation Exxon-Valdez is a bust. Helen: Can you draw them into the main lab? Will: (as the clones pound on the door) Oh, yeah, that shouldn't be a problem - seeing as they're trying to kill me and all. Helen: Don't take it personally.

Helen: You should leave while you can, Will. You've done more than your share. Will: Yeah, I should … but like you said, I'm just not that smart.

Helen: Ashley … listen to me, please. I don't wanna do this. You don't wanna do this. (Ashley teleports behind Helen and claws her, knocking Helen to the ground) Ashley! Do you remember when you were small. You used to come into my room in the middle of the night and you'd crawl into my arms and you'd say "Mummy, I'm afraid? (looks at her daughter and puts down the weapon, crying) Ashley … I'm afraid.

Tesla: You think it'll go better this time? Druitt: Wits and courage, dear boy. We'll be fine. Tesla: I'm not British, you know, all this tally ho crap doesn't work on me.

(sits down next to Bigfoot) Helen: You've looked better...The others may question your choices, your beliefs, I don't. We've known each other too long. We've always understood the need for space, freedom to live as we want, it's the very thing that defines us. Once we let go of who we are, what we believe to be true, who the hell are we for God's sake? Chattel for the fates like everyone else. I've always held, despite how complex this world is, compromise is for the weak, and the cost of that weakness is too high a price, no matter how dire the consequences. Truth is, we've been wrong all along. (leaves a syringe of the Lazarus virus serum on the bed) I won't be visiting you again.

Tesla: Your mother would be so disappointed. (Ashley growls and shows her vampire fangs) Tesla: Am I supposed to be impressed? ( He rips the electrical conduit out of the wall and directs the charge at Ashley. It slows her down but she keeps coming) OK, I'm impressed! (Tesla retreats and lowers the shield door)

(discussing the Cabal clones) MacRae: They'll head to the main databank in the central lab, send their data burst from there - then they'll target me. Helen: I'm not quite ready to surrender yet, Declan. We stick to the plan. (Talks into radio) Nikola, how long? Tesla: Almost there. Stop bugging me!

Tesla: We learn more from failure than from success - so I've heard. Henry: Great, so basically we're back at square one. That's awesome! Tesla: Listen! The Cabal have been planning this move for decades, I've had two days, a crappy lab and Tiny Tim for an assistant - so please cut me some slack. Henry: (angrily throws down his protective gloves) If you think working with you is a party, think again - Vlad! Tesla: (smiling) Good, you finally showed up. Quit your whining and get to work.

(Looking at a Nubbin) Henry: Did you really inject your own blood into little Damian here? Tesla: We have to see the effects of the radiation blast on source blood physiology, and I'm hardly going to do the test on myself. Henry: I hope it doesn't make him too sick. Tesla: (sarcastically) Oh yes, me too. Stand back.

Helen: How dare you! You think your sentiments come from some generous place? They do not! It's pure ego. Druitt: Ego? (scoffs softly) Try regret. Helen: Ashley and I did fine on our own, John, don't waste your time on the past. Druitt: You misunderstand me. Again. I regret it, not because I wasn't here to change nappies, or to watch her take her first steps. It's what I gave her … what the Cabal has summoned from within her … are the gifts she inherited from me. My bloodlust. Helen: You weren't always that way, John, you were changed. And like your condition, I'm convinced hers can be managed. Druitt: And if you're wrong? What's bred in the bone can't be undone in the flesh. (Helen shakes her head and walks away)