Sanctuary

(the Steno licks Kate) Kate: What the hell!? Henry: (laughing) Look around you. What's the first thing it did? It licked your face, ate your food, stole your clothes. You were the first thing it saw. It thinks you're its mother. (laughing) I think it has your eyes. Kate: Oh, barf.

(tracking the Steno in a sewer) Henry: These fries look almost fresh, it's gotta be close. Kate: Once we do bag it, breaking it from its junk food habit's gonna be a bitch.

Will: If this bio-scan comes up empty … Helen: What theory will I cook up next to keep this quest alive? Will: No, I wasn't saying that. Helen: Yes, you were. Will: I need to know. Are you searching for closure … or a miracle? Helen: There are no such thing as miracles.

Henry: This is a disaster. Kate: The Titanic's a disaster. Madonna's movie career - disaster. This is nothin'. Henry: You don't get it, do you? I'm supposed to be The Man, and losing a one-of-a-kind baby Steno does not exactly make me "the man". Kate: Quite a predicament. If only you had the services of a world class hunter/tracker at your disposal. Henry: Name your price. Kate: Never say that to me unless you mean it. Henry: I'm saying it. Kate: Mommy and daddy's tusks. Henry: No. No. No way. Kate: The bamboo salesman and the giant walking rug are running the Sanctuary, and I'm right here : healthy, willing and able. (slurps drink loudly)Come on, Henry, do you wanna be The Man, or not?

Helen: You're reaching. All we need to do is search for elements of Ashley's DNA inside the Sanctuary. Will: No, no, no. You're reaching. We have had a work crew in the Sanctuary for a week and no-one has found anything that could possibly be construed as a body. Helen: But they haven't been everywhere … She could be disoriented … or hurt … Will: (gently) … or gone. Helen: Do you really want me to stop?

Druitt: (angrily) You may have been able to convince these others to follow you down this perverse rabbit hole, but I will not! They took her from us in the most unnatural way possible! I'm doing my part. (whispering) Do yours.

Druitt: You'll be pleased to know Nikola and I are making significant headway into the Cabal's operations. Individual cells exist, but the central brain trust has … been undone. Helen: You're killing them off. Druitt: Well, they exist only as disparate, disconnected camps now. Helen: And Dana Whitcomb? Druitt: A fugitive - but it's only a matter of time. She will answer for what she's done. Helen: With her life? Will that help? Druitt: Oh … Helen: On second thought, don't answer that. Druitt: Perhaps once I've found her I'll … simply hand her over to the authorities? I don't need your blessin'! But there is a part of you that's dying for the moment I come and tell you it's done.

Will: What do you think happens after we die? I mean, you've seen more lives end than anyone else that I know. Helen: Kurt and Albert and I got into this discussion once at a Princeton football game, I think it was 1953. Albert argued that the concept of matter equaling energy, and vice versa, was far more ubiquitous than any of us could've imagined. Will: That would be Kurt Gödel and Albert Einstein? Of course. Look, I'm a guy hammering in stakes here, you wanna have a little mercy? Helen: What do I think death is? Will: Yeah. Helen: Did you ever see Field Of Dreams? Will: Yeah, I loved that movie. Helen: The cornfield. It's rather like that. Will: I never understood what happened in the cornfield. Helen: Nobody did. That was the point.

Helen: (to Will) I need you to be my emotional compass. We nearly lost the entire Sanctuary network because of my judgment. I need to know that my instincts aren't wrong, that my feelings don't end up blinding my decisions.