Who took your power away from you? Who made you feel so powerless you’ve become obsessed with control? With thinking everything through instead of feeling anything.
But I love you.
No. It’s not me you love. It’s an image. An image in your head.
I wasn’t going to tell you this. I’ve been listening to the distress signal, and I, um, think I made a mistake in the translation.
[Plays the distress signal]
I thought it said ”liberate me” – ”save me.” But it’s not ”me.” It’s ”liberate tutame” – ”save yourself.” And it gets worse.
[Plays the distress signal again]
There – I think that says ”ex inferis.” ”Save yourself… from Hell.” Look, if what Doctor Weir tells us is true, this ship has been beyond the boundaries of our universe, of known scientific reality. Who knows where it’s been, what it’s seen… or what it’s brought back with it?
From Hell? You don’t believe in that kind of stuff, do you?
Whoever sent that message, he sure believed in Hell.
Why are you always so suspicious?
Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
[Getting ready to leave Marie’s car in front of his apartment house]
Thanks for the ride.
[after a pause]
Well, you can come up, and you can… or you could wait here. I – I can go check it out, but you could wait…
Uh, no, no…
[as she is saying no]
You could wait…
Um, with you, you would probably just forget about me if I… stayed… here.
How could I forget about you?
You’re the only person I know.
Why didn’t *we* think of that?
Miss Jane Marple:
Because you believed what he told you. It’s very dangerous to believe people – I haven’t for years.
[as he’s taking off his diving suit to reveal his tuxedo]
Maybe one day I’ll wear this to a party I’m actually invited to.
Dede’s been dead for over 12 hours.
How do you know? What are you, a doctor?
No corpse stinks that much after only 12 hours. Take my word for it. Yes, I am a doctor.