Did they tell you I was evil? It's what the church always says, Mike. Women. Black. Disabled. Gay. Now us. Do you like living in the Middle Ages? [sees that Mike is aiming the gun at his head] That won't do it. You want the heart. [Mike takes aim at his chest] We're part of nature.
And holy water? Jury's out on that. It's a bit like homeopathy. It's a question of faith, on both sides. They can be superstitious, too. In my opinion, religion is a placebo, which isn't to say placebos can't work.
Doesn't happen. Successful parasites don't kill their host. They don't drain their prey unless they want to recruit, and they're very careful about who they recruit. Like we are.
...and the only way they can save us is by controlling us. If people like you don't take a stand now, do you know where your loved ones are going to be in fifty years' time? Battery farms. Believe me. Our free-range days are over.
Look, the only machine that can see or hear a leech is us. You can only see them face to face. No mirrors, no photos, no videos. Audio's the same. He can make a call, but his voice won't go down the line. Surveillance is a bitch.
Doesn't mean much. About one in twenty of us have both genes. You look far enough into the future, you're bound to see something you don't like. People forget: we're all programmed to die.
Your mother had an affair with him. She took care of his investments and then he moved on to you. Have you got a thing about him as well? Can't see why you'd protect him otherwise. I mean, it's not like he's family or anything. Maybe he feels like family. He's been around so long. Is that what you want? Are you terrified you'd end up like your mother? Because it seems to me, she wasn't good enough for him.
I hope none of us thinks this interest in blood disorders is down to philanthropy. What they're researching is pollution. Contamination of their food supply.
About as common as humans and cattle. What did we do when we discovered BSE was a threat? Did we go looking for a vaccine? No, we went for the most direct, short term solution.
Poor old Dominic. I suppose it's not unreasonable to think he was in with a shout with Mr. Wainwright dead eighteen months. Gave it a decent wait before he moved in. He must've had his eye on her. She's pretty good-looking, same line of work, good at her job... [chuckles] Suppose that's a turn-on as well. And she's a widow, far as he knew. Suppose it wasn't his fault; he didn't know she was into necrophilia.
Sex is something the leeches use to get what they want. It's not how they make other leeches, is it? The females don't menstruate. It's a waste of good blood. And as far as your male leech is concerned, he can get it up all right, but they're sterile.
[Anthony Wainwright's suicide note to his wife Marion, found by Angie in Marion's purse]
AAnthony
When you read this, Marion, I'll be gone. I'm sorry. I'm just not as strong as you. Life's got the better of me. This'll be hard for you to understand, I know. But where I'm going, I'll be able to help you more than I can now. And believe me, I'm never going to be far away. I'll always be watching over you. One day, you're going to get what you want, I promise. And one day, the three of us will be together. I know you'll forgive me. So be patient and keep strong. I'll be waiting. This isn't the end.