Okay Mr. Basically, talk to me like you know me again, in public, where people can see, and the next sound you hear will be your own neck snapping. Do we have a basis for communication?
[puts finger on Colonel Hart's face then licks his finger] Mmm! Tasty! 57 years old. Ex-smoker. Gave up two years ago... [checks the taste in his mouth] Yep, two years ago, two years... [looks down, voice growing softer] ...and too late. It's started already, hasn't it? Rustling away down there, growing in the dark. Hello Mr. Tumor, goodbye daylight. [beat][perkily] Am I right?!
Mrs. Hyde. For now. Just so you remember. Just so you keep in mind what's coming... I'm Mrs. Hyde. And honey... Just you wait until my husband gets home.
Best you got? 'Cause if that's the best you've got, Mr. Syme, I'll tell you what the word is. [Jumps on the edge of the roof] The word... is HYDE! [Falls backwards off the ledge and out of sight]
People think that Hyde is Rage. Or Hate. Or Greed. Or Lust. But Hyde is far worse.
CJClaire Jackman
Then what is he?
TSTom's mother
[beat] What was the first day you knew you could kill someone, anyone at all, if you had to?
CJClaire Jackman
The day I first held my children.
TSTom's mother
It's our oldest, deadliest impulse, the need to protect our own at the expense of any other living thing. And we give that impulse such a nice name, don't we? Hyde... is Love. And Love is a psychopath.