Terry: What do you think went through Billy's mind when he did it. Sam: A bullet. [after giving her a pill] Paul: Okay, take a few deep breaths, okay? You'll be asleep soon. Julia Lund: Sleep? I'm not gonna go to sleep. [at Billy's funeral] Sam: Well, you know, he was, he was taking Prozac. I guess it didn't work. Terry: I mean, I'm twenty-four years old, and I walk into a dark room now, and its like I'm five again. Julia Lund: They grabbed me! In my apartment! They tried to get me! Billy: You hear a baby crying, you hear a kid crying, you keep moving, okay? Children can sen-sense them. It's your warning. Paul: Playing a good game of pool's a sign of being well-rounded, you know. Julia Lund: Says who? Paul: Some dead English guy. [watching TV: reports of rolling blackouts through the city] Paul: Speaking of, you guys pay the electric bill? Troy: Actually, we were thinking, why should we pay for something we're not even gonna get, right? Paul: You got fired again. Troy: Yeah. Billy: They hide in the dark so you can't see them. Billy: I mean, I've been doing research and reading, and [Exhales] Billy: I don't think I'm alone. Poe, I think, I think he saw them, too. His writing's dark and hopeless and he went crazy, too... Billy: You know what I found out? Julia Lund: What? Billy: Nobody can help me. Billy: [Crying] I'm scared. [Whimpering] Billy: I'm scared! Julia Lund: There's nothing to be scared of. Billy: You're wrong. Terry: [Talking about Sam] Guy engages his mouth before his brain sometimes. Julia Lund:
Do you have any idea what he was trying to tell us with all this?
Terry: Maybe he was planning for a really long camping trip. Terry: Or that he was afraid of the dark. Julia Lund: I know that feeling. Terry: When I was 5, I watched my sister drown in a lake where we used to spend our summers. Right after, I started to suffer from these terrible night terrors. There was one particularly bad night. I woke up screaming my head off. My parents finally managed to get me back to sleep, and a couple of hours later, my mother came back to check on me, and, uh, I was gone. They looked everywhere... in the attic, in the basement, all over the house. My mother was hysterical. She thought I'd been kidnapped or I'd run off or who knows what? Then my father went into the backyard, and he heard a noise in the doghouse of all places. He stooped down, looked in, and there I was huddled in the back. Naturally, he reached in, and... that's when I stabbed him in the eye with a kitchen knife. I was convinced he wasn't my father... that he was some kind of demon coming for me. I was absolutely sure of it. I haven't had that feeling since I was a kid, but I have it now. Julia Lund: Are you drunk? Paul: Prefer intoxicated. Dr. Booth: Julia? Julia Lund: Yes. Dr. Booth. Dr. Booth: Why, I hardly recognize you. In fact, I don't recognize you at all, but come on in. [Terry is picking at "the mark (a scab)" on her ankle] Sam: Look,Terry, stop picking it. It's never gonna heal, okay? Terry: It's not healing anyway, you know, I might as well get some satisfaction. Terry: You know, there's something seriously demented about you. Do you know that? Sam: You know, maybe I should have gone to law school. Terry: Like I said: demented. Julia Lund: Sarah, do you have bad dreams? Sarah: Sometimes. Julia Lund: What happens in your dreams? Sarah: They come for me. Julia Lund: Who comes? Sarah: They. Julia Lund: Why do They come for you? Sarah: To eat me.