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Dr. Laurience:
I was the leading surgeon in Genoa - the greatest authority upon the human brain, until I told them something about their own brains. Then they said I was mad. Look at me. Am I mad?
Clayton:
The name is Clayton. One of the doctor's more hopeless cases. Come in!
Clayton:
Most of me is dead. The rest of me is damned.
Clayton:
The great scientist's assistant, washing up a coffee pot!
Dr. Clare Wyatt:
When did you wash it last?
Clayton:
Never.
Clayton:
I wonder which revolts you most - my miserable body or my perverted mind.
Clayton:
It's the first time you've taken any interest in food since you've been here.
Dr. Laurience:
It's the first time there's been any!
Clayton:
This may amuse you.
[gives Laurience a newspaper with a gossipy article about his experiments.]
Dr. Laurience:
You told them all this!
Clayton:
Me? Why me?
Dr. Laurience:
How should I know? Your mind is just as twisted as your body. Don't forget, if I leave out one injection...
Clayton:
I don't mind dying, but to be accused of journalism!