Enjoying the circus in my mind.
Will: Wait...what is that?
Big Guy: It's called "twilight."
Will: What do you think of those movies?
Big Guy: Well...I like Marcus.
Helen: Ah! I'm glad I caught you. Good evening, ladies.
Henry: ...you're glad you caught us...because?
Helen: I need you to transport a lepidoptera larva.
Will: Uh...we're going out for dinner, so...
Helen: So it works out perfect then! The four of you can take the van.
Abby: You want us to haul a-a slug?
Helen: Actually it's more of a vertabrate creature. Lepidoptera Hominem.
Erica: Some sort of humanoid insect?
Helen: Yes, but it's in stasis right now. All I need you to do is pick up a small crate and drop it off at the docks. You'll be done in half an hour!
Will: I-I don't suppose Kate...or Biggie...
Helen: ...staking out a red-list dealer, across town.
Henry: Oo! How 'bout you?
Helen: I have a Diaprotodon who's about to go into labor. Unless you like to stay and monitor his cervix.
Will & Henry: No!
Helen: Thought not. /smiles and hands over van keys/
Helen: Sympathy time is over, Nikola. Spill it
Nikola: Alright. You're aware of the iron deposits in these caves?
Henry: Yeah, what about it?
Nikola: Highest concentration of natural lodestone in the western hemisphere. To you, it means nothing; to me, mana from Heaven.
Helen: Your magnetic powers...
Will: Here it comes.
Nikola: Oh, come on! I'm just looking for a way back on top. I mean, being a living-magnet is not exactly on par with being the heir to the greatest race in all of history. It even has a few drawbacks, like if you're not careful - your razor gets stuck to your face. So..wh..I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.
Henry: So, you went after the most powerful, natural, magnetic substance, in the world?
Nikola: You're damn right, I did.
Henry: ...can make sense. In an evil way.
Nikola Tesla: Young love is so...heartbreaking to observe -- as a scientist. So passionate, so innocent, and yet so utterly doomed.
Will: Heh. So, I'm guessing you've never been in love, then.
Nikola Tesla: Countless times, my friend. See, the difference is: I recognize the emotion for what it is -- an irrational, self-destructive impulse, which is disguised as joy.
Will: Was there something that you wanted; or did you just want to come and ruin my...
Nikola Tesla: /interrupts/ ...yes! Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment - and frankly I'm insulted.
Will: Oh, right. Yeah. B-because I forgot -- this is all about you.
Nikola Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus virus. I spent weeks more travelling the Earth, disseminating it to the affected abnormals, effectively stemming an outbreak...and in the end, THE CREEP, IN THE ROOM, WITH THE HAIR DOESN'T WANNA TAKE HIS MEDICINE! It's personal and we both know it is.
Will: What do you want me to tell you? Henry is talking to him.
Nikola Tesla: Does your hirsute friend that he's facing probably the most unpleasant, slow, lingering death, in all creation?
Will: I'm sure you made it abundantly clear.
Nikola Tesla: Also, Huggy-Bear, we're out of wine.
Will: /sighs That's not my nickname.
Nikola Tesla: HUGGY-BEAR!
/I LIVE for Tesla rants. Love the man. Just. Love. Him.
Helen: Your sensitivity is breath taking...
Henry: The kid sucks brains! Not that I'm being judgmental...