- I’d like you to tell me how it was the other night for you.
- To see you hurt like that, you mean.
You know, I never begged for him to stop. I mean you heard us, you were there. I never begged. So why did you? Maybe for the same reason you’re a drunk. A sloppy alcoholic, sorry, with your amends, and your steps, and your chips, clinging to your little code words and your trinkets. There is something inside you that is weak. You’ve always been weak, Frank. Francis. Well that’s your real affliction. Cowardice. You are a coward. You want to forgive me? Ok, forgive me for not respecting you.
Don't, don't... You don't have to stay...
My mother cannot be counted on. She is not to be trusted.
► Masters of Sex — 1.01 ❞Pilot❝
You know, this is not research into kidney disease, which might survive some incident of inner-departmental scandal. This study is the scandal. So even a hint of impropriety could derail all our work now, everything that’s to come. Now, given that every museum in the world is filled with art created from this basic impulse, the greatest literature, the most beautiful music. The study of sex is the study of the beginning of all life, and science holds the key. Yet we sit huddled in the dark like prudish cavemen, filled with shame and and guilt when the truth is, nobody understands sex. And now nobody will.
But you know it. That’s everything, isn’t it?