Elliot: And why are you introducing me to this guy?
Simon: Frank and I know how much you adore being the lone wolf and all, but we couldn't bear the thought of you being lonely. Arlequin here is your new partner.
Elliot: I don't do partners.
Simon: We want you to try.
Miles: Oh! You actually came! Mortensen, right?
Elliot: Don't think too much of me being here. I'm only here for my job, not to make friends.
Miles: Yes, I understand that.
Bellamy: The case I have for you two is a very dangerous one.
Elliot: I can handle it.
Miles: What's the name of the case?
Bellamy: The Case of the Freaky Ferretman.
Miles: I… Excuse me? Sorry, I'm not entirely fluent in French, but it sort of sounded like you said—
Bellamy: "The Case of the Freaky Ferretman"?
Miles: "The Case of the Freaky Ferretman."
Bellamy: Did I stutter?
D.A.R.K.: Elliot.
Malachy: Who…?
D.A.R.K.: Elliot Mortensen.
Malachy: Is that your name? Elliot Mortensen?
D.A.R.K.: No.
Malachy: The reason why I trashed that coat of yours is… well, honestly, I was sick of it. Plain old cinnamon brown doesn't really fit you. This new design you've given it really pops, y'know?
Elliot: Uh… Th-thanks… I think…
Malachy: You're welcome.
Elliot: Why did you attack Emilie and I?
Malachy: It's easier to show you rather than to try to explain.
Maci: I'd say no smoking, but I like you, Mr. Mortensen.
Elliot: Thanks, I guess.
Miles: Eh, so… What do you… do…?
Elliot: What do you mean?
Miles: I mean, what do you do when you're not working?
Elliot: Why should that matter to you?
Miles: Well, I guess because I'd like to get to know the person I'm going to be working with for God knows how long.
Elliot: Hmph. If you must know, I don't really do much of anything.
Miles: Really? Why not?
Elliot: Doing little things with my free time… Well, it just reminds me of… times I'd rather forget.
Miles: Times you'd rather forget?
Elliot: It's nothing, forget I said anything.
Miles: I almost can't believe this is already our second case together!
Elliot: I almost can't believe you're still here.
Elliot: I'm Detective Mortensen, and these guys are my co-workers; Detective Quinlan, Inspector General Callahan, and… er, Inspector General Callahan.
Simon: Y'ello.
Miles: How d'ya do?
Elliot: Guys, shut up.
Elliot: Oh, this must be [the cipher]. It says… Oh. O-oh my.
Simon: Elliot?
Elliot: Goodness fuckin' gracious. That's… that's so lewd…
Simon: Another case closed. Good job, guys.
Elliot: Don't speak to me ever again.
Malachy: I just don't get it…
Melissa: Don't get what, sir?
Malachy: Mortensen. He's got himself a partner, it seems. The press have noticed before us.
Melissa: So what, Malachy? The asshole got a partner. Big whoop.
Elliot: You have to learn to expect the unexpected from me, Quinlan. In fact, if you ask Callahan to describe me, he may describe someone completely different.
Miles: Oh yeah? How's that?
Elliot: He might describe to you someone who gets wistful at the sound of church bells.
Miles: Why? Because of your wife?
Elliot: Not quite. It's a long story.
Elliot: Quinlan, relax.
Miles: No, I'm not going to relax! This fucker broke into my house, murdered my dog, and stabbed me in the fucking eye!
Simon: Got a bit of a sailor's mouth there, don't ya?
Miles: Blow me, asshole!
Elliot: Callahan, what happened?
Simon: It's horrible… Oh, God, it's horrible…
Elliot: Callahan…
Frank: Kids.
Elliot: What?
Frank: There are kids inside the house.
Simon: They're dead… They're all dead…!
Simon: Mortensen, there's no one up there.
Elliot: What? No. No, the… The killer, he—
Simon: We already found the killer. He's… dead, in the back shed. Axed himself right in the face.
Elliot: I… B-but, it… He was… He was there…!
Simon: Mortensen, are you alright?
Elliot: I don't know… I really don't know anymore…
Malachy: I'm told you're still wearing your wedding band, Mortensen. Do you still miss her that much?
Elliot: She was my wife, you monster.
Malachy: She was a no-good whore, too.
Elliot: She was chaste!
Malachy: The "chaste" ones are the worst.
Elliot: What do you want from me, Malachy?
Malachy: I want you to suffer. I want to destroy your life; pull the rug out from under your feet. Nothing unusual, you see.
Elliot: Why?
Malachy: Because it's funny to watch you squirm.
Simon: What'd she say that bothered you so much, Mortensen?
Elliot: She asked me if I was happy.
Simon: Yeah, so?
Elliot: So, I said yes. Using the knowledge she got from earlier questions, she then told me I couldn't possibly be happy. "Oh, Elliot, you seem unhappy; I just want to make sure you're happy~." "But I am happy." "But how could you be?" "What do you mean?" "How could you be happy, when you're so lonely? When you've got… no one… anymore…"
Simon: Elliot…
Elliot: I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to something like that? How am I supposed to keep on telling myself I'm happy when she throws reality in my face? How am I supposed to keep convincing myself that I'm happy when I'm reminded that I have to convince myself that I'm happy?
Simon: But… Are you?
Elliot: Simon, I'm happy. I'm as happy as I know how to be. Even if I'm telling myself a lie, I'm happy. Even if everyone leaves me, I still have it, so I'm happy.
Simon: "It"? What's "it"?
Elliot: Err… Ehh… M-m-myself. Me. I meant myself. Why did I say "it"? Heh heh heh…
Elliot: Malachy… Why can't you just be a good guy? Is it because of me? Dammit… I just wish you hadn't pushed me away, because… I really want to forgive you.
Elliot: There you are.
Malachy: You showed! I'm impressed, Mortensen!
Elliot: Shut your mouth. Where are you keeping Quinlan?
Malachy: It's always straight to business with you, isn't it?
Miles: Thank you.
Elliot: For what?
Miles: For forgiving me.
Elliot: God… He butchered her.
Miles: Who could do such a thing…?
Elliot: A recently-fired and troubled young man from Michigan at the end of his rope and sick of his woman's attitude.
Miles: And you say I've got a strange sense of humor.
Collin: Wow… Noël, did you do that?
Noël: I didn't mean to do it… Oh God, it… It's not my fault…!
Collin: Relax, Noël, what's done is done! You did it to protect yourself. Honestly, I didn't think you had it in you…! HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Simon: Oh Jesus Christ. Would you listen to yourself? Where's the tough guy that I've come to know? Where's Mortensen?
Elliot: He's off brooding in the corner about how he could've done something more. He's not taking messages at the moment.
Frank: Mortensen… Quinlan would want you to move on. He'd want you to get up and go get the one that got him.
Elliot: That might just be the longest sentence you've ever said to me.
Frank: I've run my mouth like a leaky faucet whenever I have a cause.
Simon: Never say anything like that again.
Frank: Sorry, Simon.
Bellamy: He calls himself Dr. Cheshire. He lives in Michigan, in a city not too far off from [[[mr-ragsdale |Ragsdale's hometown.
Simon: What's so special about him?
Bellamy: Apparently he's like a psychic. If you show him a crime, he'll tell you exactly what happened. If you tell him about someone, he'll tell you where they are.
Simon: Yup, she's talking nonsense again.
Simon: There, was that so hard?
Elliot: Listen. I'm only doing this for revenge. Once Ragsdale is dead, I'm done.
Simon: Wait, wait, did you just say dead? You can't kill him, you know that, right?
Elliot: Why not? Because it's "morally incorrect"? That's funny, coming from the one who forced Quinlan onto me in the first place!
Simon: Oh, so this is my fault now? Listen, I know how you're feeling, but you're not the only person who's lost the people dearest to you, okay?!
Cheshire: What date?
Elliot: What?
Cheshire: What date? The girl's death date.
Elliot: Oh. Uh… It…
Cheshire: Would you prefer if I cover my face?
Elliot: What are you talking about?
Cheshire: You seem to be distracted. Do I resemble or remind you of someone dear to you?
Elliot: N-… No. No, that's, that's not it.
Cheshire: Denial isn't healthy, sir. Your heart clearly skipped a beat when our eyes met. Hm, that wedding band… Do I have your wife's eyes, sir?
Elliot: Don't bring up my wife.
Cheshire: Alright, reaction noted.
Cheshire: Let the students go, Ragsdale.
Noël: No! Look, there's no way you could ever possibly understand… but I need them!
Cheshire: If you keep this up, they're going to die. In fact, smoke inhalation has likely already caused permanent damage. You do realize that, don't you?
Elliot: Dammit! What'd you get in the way for? I was going to stop him!
Cheshire: You were going to kill him with that shot, not stop him!
Simon: We need to get Cheshire back.
Elliot: I can't do that.
Simon: Listen! You're rusty. I'm rusty. Hell, we're all rusty! But Cheshire? Shit, man, he never gets rusty! We need him to help solve this case.
Elliot: I understand that, but Cheshire stepped back after Ragsdale. I can't just force him to get involved.
Simon: I'm not asking you to force him. I'm asking you to ask him for help.
Elliot: Cheshire?
Cheshire: Why, Detective Mortensen… What are you doing here?
Elliot: Cheshire, look, I… Shit, I guess I just need your help again.
Cheshire: I thought you were a detective. Shouldn't you be able to solve your own cases?
Elliot: Working together… for good? Do you hear yourself when you talk?
Cheshire: Of course! Why wouldn't I want to keep on working with you? It lets me see the barmy side of things.
Elliot: Welcome to my boring abode.
Cheshire: Boring, you say? Well, I don't find it to fit that part at all.
Elliot: Are you a fan of interior design, Cheshire?
Cheshire: On occasion, yes; sometimes I am.
Ruler Eternal: But, Cheshire, what ever happened to Autumnwolf?
Cheshire: Don't…
Ruler Eternal: Is it true that you murdered everyone? That the Eclipse Poison drove you mad and made you into a monster?
Cheshire: Quiet about that…! I'm warning you…
Ruler Eternal: I mean, that's what I hear, and if it's true… then you have no place telling me anything, since you're no better than I.
Elliot: Cheshire, wh-what's he talking about?
Ruler Eternal: Oh, sorry, does he not know what you did to poor Collin Locklear? I never did like his Indie films anyway, but still, you really fucked him up! Ha ha ha ha!!
Cheshire: Aww. What's the matter? You're looking awfully scared, Mr. Patefield.
Ruler Eternal: I… But you should be dead…!! Oh, I see. I should have realized sooner that I can't kill you with the Eclipse Poison…
Cheshire: It's time to you learned a proper lesson in etiquette! Ha ha ha… HA HA HA HA HA!
Cheshire: Mortensen…?
Elliot: Oh, you're finally awake! You've been asleep for almost a whole day now.
Cheshire: Oh dear. Are you alright? You weren't hurt by my…?
Elliot: Me? I'm fine, Cheshire; you're the one that got banged up back there.
Cheshire: Oh, thank God. I thought I'd—…
Cheshire: Detective Mortensen, I'm afraid we've got to drop the case.
Elliot: Wh-what?
Cheshire: Patefield will be merciless if he ever crosses paths with us again. The best way to go about this is to just let the whole case solve itself. There's no doubt in my mind that Patefield will eventually destroy himself from the insanity.
Elliot: We can't just drop the case, Cheshire, there are lives at stake here!
Cheshire: Either way we do this, Mortensen, we'll still wind up gambling. The only question at the end of the day is: do you want to be a bystander, or one of the poker chips?
Cheshire: A gun?! How did he get a gun?!
Elliot: Welcome to America, Dr. Cheshire.
Cheshire: Oh, [Mortensen]'s left me so very sick at heart… I wonder that he'd be so insolent to do something so dangerous without me! What a horrid thing to do to me! He had better make haste! He thinks he's so clever, thinks he's a real cock of the walk…! When he gets out here, I'm going to—!
Elliot: "Going to" what?
Cheshire: Going… going to…
Elliot: Cheshire? You alright?
Cheshire: You… You… My blood is up because of you, you dunce! Do you not think of anyone but yourself?! You could've just said to me "Oh, by-the-bye Cheshire, I am going to go on an impromptu rescue mission", but no! If you didn't come back out in fine fettle, I would've! Would've…!
Elliot: Would've what?
Cheshire: Bah, I don't know what I would've! Hang it all, Mortensen! Heaven and earth, please, don't leave me behind like that!
Elliot: Okay, I won't.
Malachy: So, is it finally time for round two, Mortensen?
Elliot: Yes, I suppose it is. This time, however, only one of us will leave here alive.
Malachy: That's the idea.
Cheshire: Mortensen, I told you not to listen to Malachy! He could've killed you there…!
Elliot: What, so I was supposed to let you die just so I could live? I'm sad to say that's not entirely like me, Cheshire.
Cheshire: I'm not saying it's what I expected you to do. I knew that you'd come save me. I just wasn't sure if you'd survive the process.
Elliot: Thanks for having faith in me.
Simon: This case is ridiculous.
Elliot: Nothing will ever be as ridiculous as the case with the ferret.
Elliot: Who are you, anyway?
Feliz: I'm Feliz Florence. I'm a cop.
Elliot: Feliz Florence… I swear I've heard that name somewhere before…
Feliz: Probably not…
Ruler Eternal: Ah, Dr. Cheshire! Just the man I wanted to see. Come in! Take a seat!
Cheshire: For the record, I'm not here to make friends with you, Patefield.
Ruler Eternal: I know that. I'm not stupid, you know? However, I also know that you're not going to tell that Frenchie fucker how to find me.
Cheshire: Your presumption is absolutely correct.
Ruler Eternal: Why not? It'd be really easy to get me right where he wants me…
Cheshire: Come now, we both know you'd kill him before he so much as even laid a finger on you.
Cheshire: I would never have turned on him.
Ruler Eternal: How can you be so certain of that, Cheshy? You and I both know that the Eclipse Poison makes you do CRAZY FUCKING THINGS.
Cheshire: Turning on Mortensen was never an option.
Ruler Eternal: But you can't deny that it crossed your mind at least once. You know… Imagining ripping him apart with your bare hands, feeling the power of having—
Cheshire: Silence, Patefield! Yes, the thought may have crossed my mind, for certain. But not once did I allow myself to act on it at all.
Elliot: Y'know, bud… I use'ta know this guy. He wore this shirt, and it… It said on it "We Put The U in Colour" or some shit. So this fucker's goin' 'round, showin' off his shirt like the douchebag he is, when I see it. We were close, so he stopped by to say hi and I read it. Now, I really fuckin' hate that. Y'know, when they put a U where it don't belong. So, I read it, and I fuckin' slam my hands down on the table. He twitches somewhat, so I jump up and I says to him, roarin' at him in the middle of a public place, "THERE AIN'T NO U IN COLOR, FUCKER"
Cheshire: I've no idea what events transpired here… If I try to think about it, I suddenly come down with a horrible headache…
Simon: So… neither of us know a thing about what happened here, then?
Cheshire: That seems to be the case…
Simon: Well, uh, that's… That's not good.
Elliot: So… nothing's wrong with her? No signs of heart failure? Nothing, at all?
Dallas: Nope. It's sorta peculiar. She looks healthy. Just one thing, though…
Elliot: What's that?
Dallas: Well, it's an obvious one, sorta, but… She doesn't have any blood. It's been… drained, or something.
Cheshire: I'm sorry, did you just say that she doesn't have any blood?
Dallas: None that I can see. Uh, she does have something on the walls of her veins, but it's not blood, whatever it is.
Elliot: Again with this "Autumnwolf" shit…! Cheshire, tell me what he's talking about.
Russell: "Cheshire"? My God, it is you…!
Cheshire: Let's get back to discussing this case, shall we? After all, the past is in the past.
Russell: So that leaves Dr. Cheshire as the last and only possibility. What do you think of that?
Cheshire: That's cute, Southwell. Clearly you've taken classes in dramatics since we last met.
Russell: Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that, you bastard.
Russell: Dr. Cheshire, he won't stop! You of all people should be able to recognize that you need all the help you can get to catch this bastard immediately!
Elliot: He's right, Cheshire.
Cheshire: What?!
Elliot: I want this fucker caught asap. I'm not going to push aside what's best for the case just because you've got a bad history with someone. Get over it. If you want to argue with me, then let's have a domestic back at my place. But out here? I'm the Detective. It's my call. I want this criminal out of my life.
Cheshire: You know that Southwell won't work with me. Even so, you force us to work together? Wouldn't you rather just work with someone you know you can trust?
Elliot: Someone I know I can trust? You? I can't trust you for shit, Cheshire! Every single goddamned thing you do is fucking suspicious!
Cheshire: Give it to me straight, Mortensen! Do you want me to leave?! Just tell me! I'll gladly bugger off if you so desperately want me gone! Am I no longer needed?!
Elliot: When have I ever needed you?! I've never needed you, and I never will! YOU'RE USELESS TO ME!
Elliot: It's after me, Chesh.
Cheshire: "It", you say? So, what exactly is this "it" you're referring to?
Elliot: It. You know. It.
Cheshire: Mortensen, I'm going to say this to you as gently as I possibly can… I have absolutely no idea what it is you're babbling about.
Elliot: It wants me. It's always wanted me. I don't know for what, but it wants me and fuck if I'm not horrified.
Cheshire: Mortensen, try to calm down.
Elliot: Calm down? Calm down??? I can't calm down! It's after me, and it's breathing down my fucking neck, and AAAAAGH, I CAN'T TAKE IT!!
Cheshire: Mortensen? Could we keep them? Pleeeaaase?
Elliot: Cheshire, we can't afford to take care of them. Hell, we probably can't afford to take care of one kitten, let alone five.
Cheshire: But… I mean, we live together! If we just combine our incomes. We could raise only one of them, just one. Together. And it'd be no problem. Right? Right? PLEASE say yes!
Elliot: I can't help but think that it's not exactly a cat that you want…
Feliz: Look, I can't promise you anything until you give me some info. What, do you have something to hide from me, is that it?
Elliot: Are you accusing me of something?
Feliz: I'm just saying. I mean, we've only met once, and I'm not against the idea of there being a two-faced Detective in the world. Not saying that it's you, though.
Elliot: What is it? Why are you all staring at me like that? You don't really think that just because you pulled a Cinderella on me that I'm the killer, do you?
Simon: Well, I mean… The guy does seem to look just like you…
Elliot: You can't be serious!
Simon: With all due respect, Dr. Cheshire, if you two drop another case, we'll all get in trouble.
Cheshire: Isn't it worth it to save Mortensen? He's suffering, Callahan, can't you see that? If we keep going with this case, he's going to snap like a twig!
Simon: What am I supposed to do? This is the biggest case we've had in a long time, Cheshire. If we give up, people will die. Lots of people. I need you two!
Cheshire: Listen, I completely understand. But Elliot is not in the right set of mind for— Oh, my. Heh heh, I… I meant to say Mortensen there, heh…
Russell: Carmine… It… It's Carmine.
Elliot: "Carmine"?
Russell: The artificial intelligence I made…
Cheshire: Rgh, Southwell, come on, let's go. It's nothing more than a bloody worthless machine. It can be rebuilt.
Russell: Shut up! Carmine… Carmine may not be alive, but he's my friend! My best friend! I… can't… I can't leave him behind!