Altered States

Eddie Jessup: [Discussing his father's death, and its impact on his thinking] I haven't told anyone this in ten years. I'm telling you now because I think you have a right to know what kind of a nut you might be getting mixed up with here. Emily: Arthur was right. You are a fascinating bastard. [kisses him]

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Mason Parrish: He is off the wall. Arthur Rosenberg: [on the microphone] Are you okay? Eddie Jessup: [on the microphone] Get this stuff. It's new. It's deafening. The noise is deafening. [shivering] Can you hear me above this noise? Oh, my God. The most unbelievable thing I've seen. I'm watching the birth agony of a mountain. Mason Parrish: Oh, my God. Arthur Rosenberg: [on the microphone] Are you okay? Eddie Jessup: [on the microphone] I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. Arthur Rosenberg: [on the microphone] Do you want me to bring you down now? Mason Parrish: What happens now? Arthur Rosenberg: He's blacked-out. His blackouts can get pretty freaky. Sometimes they last as long as four hours. When he comes out, he's chipper as a bird but doesn't remember a thing. Mason Parrish: Just how dangerous is this stuff he brought back from Mexico? Arthur Rosenberg: I didn't say dangerous, I said it was weird. Hangs around too long. And what's really screwy is it heads straight for the brain. Mason Parr

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Mason Parrish: I want someone to look at those x-rays who can read them. Eddie Jessup: I'd rather not have everyone in the Brigham in on this. It's bad enough we've got this nosy X-ray technician. Mason Parrish: Are you all right? Eddie Jessup: I'm fine, Mason. I tried to indicate this was just a transient thing. Mason Parrish: Transient ischemic attack, that's what it was. [Addressing Arthur] He's got his voice back. Eddie Jessup: It wasn't an ischemic attack! It wasn't a seizure. You saw the X-rays, Mason. There was clearly something anterior to the larynx that looked like a laryngeal sack. That's strictly simian! I obviously regressed! To some quasi-simian creature. Mason Parrish: I'm gonna show these to someone who can read them right, 'cause you're reading them wrong, that's all there is to it. Because no one is gonna tell me you de-differentiated your goddamn genetic structure for four goddamn hours and then reconstituted! I'm a professor of endocrinology at the Harvard Medical S

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Eddie Jessup: Memory is energy! It doesn't disappear - it's still in there. There's a physiological pathway to our earlier consciousnesses. There has to be; and I'm telling you it's in the goddamned limbic system. Mason Parrish: You're a wacko! Eddie Jessup: What's whacko about it, Mason? I'm a man in search of his true self. How archetypically American can you get? Everybody's looking for their true selves. We're all trying to fulfill ourselves, understand ourselves, get in touch with ourselves, face the reality of ourselves, explore ourselves, expand ourselves. Ever since we dispensed with God we've got nothing but ourselves to explain this meaningless horror of life. Mason Parrish: You're a wacko. Eddie Jessup: Well, I think that that true self, that original self, that first self, is a real, mensurate, quantifiable thing, tangible and incarnate, and I'm going to find the fucker.

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Mason Parrish: [examining an X-ray taken of Eddie shortly after a "tank trip"] It looks to me like the architecture is slightly abnormal. Dr. Wissenschaft: Somewhat? This guy's a fucking gorilla!

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Emily: Well, you can't get any tidier than that, can you? We're gonna be together in Boston and l think we should get married. Eddie Jessup: You know, of course, I'm supposed to be at least a little bit nuts. Emily: A little bit? You're an unmitigated madman! You don't have to tell me how weird you are. I know how weird you are. I'm the girl in your bed the past two months. Eddie Jessup: Am I really that weird in bed? Emily: Sometimes. Eddie Jessup: Shall I try to change? Emily: No, I kind of like it.

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