- Detective Carson O'Conner: The M.E should be about done. I'm gonna hit the morgue tonight.
- Detective Michael Sloane: Great
- [throws hotdog into the trash]
- Detective Michael Sloane: Hey look, why don't we blow off the morgue? Look between the department and your brother, you don't sleep.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: So which isn't important my job or my brother?
- Detective Michael Sloane: I just-I just think you should take a break once in a while.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: The surgeon's not taking a break.
- Detective Michael Sloane: Hey even the psychical killers take the occasional nap, you know. Go see a movie.
- Detective Michael Sloane: Souvenir, sexual gratification, dinner.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: [Nancy goes to throw up again] Nice.
- Detective Michael Sloane: What?
- [last lines]
- Deucalion: Heads, you fight beside me. Tails, I fight alone.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Screw fate.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Go on, move into the light.
- Deucalion: You're detective O'Connor?
- Detective Carson O'Conner: How'd you get in here?
- Deucalion: I go where I want. In two hundred years, I learned a lot about locks. The man who lived here was in despair. I recognize his pain.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: So you're telling me you knew Bobby Alwine?
- Deucalion: He's like me. Not made of god.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Yeah right.
- Deucalion: He wanted to kill himself, but couldn't take his own life. We're not designed to.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Are you telling me you helped him?
- Deucalion: I can help you. I recognize his killer's pain as well.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Spread your arms on your knees.
- Deucalion: I bow to no one.
- Detective Carson O'Conner: I wasn't asking.
- Deucalion: Will you shoot me in the heart? You'll need two bullets.
- Detective Michael Sloane: What am I supposed to say, Carson?
- Detective Carson O'Conner: Say you'll help me.
- Deucalion: Your real enemy is not the killer. It's his maker, and mine, too. I was created with bodies salvaged from a prison graveyard. One heart from a thief, one from a crazed killer, hands from a strangler, eyes from an ax murderer. My life force from a thunderstorm.
- Detective Harker: Are you a brother?
- Deucalion: No.
- Detective Harker: Well, then what the hell are you?
- Deucalion: His first.