Sanctuary

Will: But I'm talking vodka, good food, fresh-faced women with names like "Goodmansdottir" … stimulating conversation under intricate ice sculptures … Helen: Will, I've already told you, you can't go to the conference. Will: (sighs) Why? Helen: Well, some things have come up. Will: (scoffs) Things. What things? Helen: Well, for starters, our sensors have picked up a very rare abnormal in the Gulf of Mexico. Will: And? Helen: Mutated vampyroteuthis infernalis, a vampire squid. Incredibly shy, I've only ever encountered one once before, sixty odd years ago in French Polynesia. Will: Okay, so a shy vampire, there's a first. (scoffs)

Helen: You all right? Will: Oh! I don't know. My door kind of gave way when we, uh, you know, stopped. (Magnus sighs) What about you? Helen: Well, you know, any landing you can swim away from … Will: What is it with you and flying, anyway? Helen: Two crashes in a hundred and fifty-eight years? Not bad! Will: They only invented flying a hundred and ten years ago, so …

Will: (hearing that the squid is gone) Well, another rare abnormal stays rare.

(Magnus assures Will that the "passive" creature is better off with them) Will: Yeah, well, welcome to your new home … Squidly. Helen: (chuckles) We will not be calling it that. Will: There are far more inappropriate nicknames I could give it.

Will: (surveying the crashed chopper) All I know is, the deposit you gave the rental company's history. You know, Magnus, maybe everything you heard about this creature is wrong, maybe they're not as docile as you think. Helen: Nonsense. We captured it easily enough … offered no resistance. Will: Yeah, well, something freaked it out - flying or … the vibrations from the rotors, different altitude … Helen: No. It's container was specifically designed to mimic its preferred atmosphere. It shoulda been fine. Will: Well, how did it go from happy-go-lucky cephalopod to air-rage squid in a matter of a minute?

Helen: This isn't about conferences or ice sculptures, it's about some immature tryst with a woman you barely know. Will: Excuse me!? Helen: Dr. Halstrom, or should I say Sigrid, your internet chat friend. Will: Internet chat friend? She happens to be the foremost authority on deviant psychology in Scandinavia, thank you very much. Helen: (laughing) Such an attractive element in a woman. Will: She has a PhD!

Helen: You alright? Will: Oh, I'm miles away from alright. You said it would break for open water. Helen: Well, it should've. Will: Then why's it still here? Helen: I don't know. Will: And why does it hate me so much?

Will: (pointing at the water, coughing) I'm gonna fry you up … a little tartar sauce … (groans) I think those tentacles gave me a rash … Helen: I've got an idea. Will: Why don't we shoot it? Helen: I'd prefer not to. It's a very … Will: … rare species of abnormal, right.

(Magnus prepares to swim for a possible portal) Helen: Alright, if I make it out … Will: Throw me down a sandwich … and an Uzi.

Will: (catching his breath) Okay, so when you say priorities … does that include drowning?

Will: But isn't the battery almost dead? Helen: We should be able to get one last transmission out. Will: All right. Bring on the Hail Mary. (Magnus looks at him) What? It's worth a shot.

Will: So you never go on vacation, huh? Helen: Travel all the time, you know that. Will: On missions or for research, I'm talkin' about, you know, floppin' down on a beach … good book, never-ending supply of mojitos … Helen: I own a villa in Italy … on Capri, near Naples. I go there every seven years. Will: Seven years? Helen: Yeah, for a long weekend. Will: Wow, I take it back. You really do know how to unwind. Helen: It's about as long as I can stand doing nothing. British, remember?

Will: You know, ever since Clara, things have been kinda … Helen: Lonely. Will: Yeah. Helen: Well, goes with the territory, I'm afraid. Will: Yeah, but … doesn't it make us all … more productive if we have, you know, normal, healthy relationships? Helen: Not being serious, are you? Will: What am I talkin' about? Nothing we do is normal. Helen: I don't think the bout of occasional loneliness is too high a price to pay for what we do. Maybe you do? Will: Just shoulda told me about it when … you recruited me. Helen: (friendly scoff) But then you never would've taken the job. Will: Probably not. Helen: And you'd be miserable.

Helen: Both these creatures must've claimed the rig as their territory. They'll fight to the death if we let them. Will: So it's a turf war, wonderful.

Helen: The sea scorpion is also more intelligent than it looks, it's just that it's incredibly vicious. Will: It's the vicious part that I'm worried about, not so much the smart. (latch handle turns, scorpion exits and attacks Will) Whoa! Oh! Whoa! It unlocked the hatch!? How did it know how to unlock the hatch!? Helen: Told you it was intelligent. Hold on, Will, I'm coming. (Will picks up the harpoon gun) Will, you have to load the harpoon! Will: (growls in frustration and begins clubbing the creature) WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME THAT MAKES THESE THINGS HATE ME SO MUCH!

Will: I now officially … hate seafood.

Will: Whoa, hold on a second. So, we're gonna use … a torch on top of a fuel-soaked chopper that has a sea scorpion trapped inside so the giant vampire squid will follow it down? Helen: Sounds like a plan. No beaches. No mojitos. No fancy villas.

Will: I knew it! It was a romantic getaway, wasn't it? Helen: It's my prerogative how I spend my personal time. Will: Oh, but when I try to get away, I get the speech about priorities? Double standard much? Helen: I've been doing this a lot longer than you have, Will. Will: Which I respect, but just don't give me a hard time when I try to take care of myself. Helen: Oh, please, with Sigrid? Will: Yeah. Helen: You can do much better than that. Will: Oh, and Olaf is some prize catch? The guy looks like a Maserati salesman.