I had every reason to kill the others. They just had no reason to die. They never saw me coming unless I wanted them to see me coming. I could wave at a lady and smile, chew the fat with her in church, knowing I killed her husband. There is something beautiful about that ball of silence at a funeral, all those people around you, knowing that you made it happen.
[to the orderly] You married? [to the guard] You married? You're married. How long you married? That long? Regarding divorce...not that you're getting one; just I can see the clock in your eyes. Word of advice: it's easier just to kill 'em. Kill 'em, kill everyone at the table. Less paperwork. Worked for me. I'm doing okay. Your wife is probably fantastic. My wife? Horrible. So maybe I'm not supposed to be in a relationship. There's people like that. [to the orderly] How do you keep those whites so clean? That's always amazes me.
[getting ready to operate on a still-conscious Frederick Chilton] With experience, I have found surgeries are best performed on a local anesthetic or epidural with the patient awake. Reminds me there' a real person here entrusting me with their life rather than a lump of meat that I'm about to reorganize. And in this instance, I would like to see the look on your face.
You got inside my mind, Frederick. It's only fair I get inside your belly. This is of course Freddie Lounds, who you know. She will be assisting me today or assisting you by manually pumping the ventilator should you stop breathing.
The real Chesapeake Ripper is a collector of surgical trophies. I'm gonna leave him a little gift. In fact, I'm gonna leave him a gift basket. [removing some of Chilton's non-vital organs] You know, it is truly amazing how many organs the body can offer up before it really begins to suffer. [Chilton drifts out of consciousness; Gideon slaps him] All right, stay awake now! Come on, Frederick. I'm gonna ask you to hold a few things.
I don't know if I will ever be myself again. I don't know if I've got any "self" left over. I spent so long thinking I was him, it's gotten really hard to remember who I was when I wasn't him.
Now I'm you. We're both, here looking at her; just those kind of people who shouldn't be in a relationship. You and I are already committed. It's hard to be with another person when you... can't get out of your own head.
Yeah, well, we all want things that we can't have. But if I kill her, like he would kill her, then maybe I could understand him better. I wonder if then you would finally understand what you've become.