Dr. Arthur Arden: How did you get in here?
Pepper: I go where Grace goes. I've been charged to protect her.
Dr. Arthur Arden: Have you? You can't even protect yourself. They may have given you speech, Pepper. Even a parrot can be taught to mimic. But did they give you the capacity to think? I sincerely doubt it. Tell me, Polly- What did they put inside her?
Pepper: I won't tell you anything.
Dr. Arthur Arden: If you're not going to tell me then I'll just have to find out for myself, won't I?
Pepper: X-rays will harm the life growing inside of her.
Dr. Arthur Arden: That's a chance I'm willing to take.
Pepper: Stupid man. You think they'd allow you to continue your barbaric practice? She's protected. Your X-rays won't penetrate her body. You'll see nothing. Oh, but they've been watching you. You think you're like them, with your clumsy experiments. But they laugh at you, Dr. Arden. They make jokes. Here's a good one. Knock, knock. Who's there? Arden. Arden who? Arden you the quack who'd make a better duck?
Dr. Arthur Arden: Huh. Well, if taking X-rays won't work... perhaps more invasive observation will. I think her condition calls for an emergency C-section, don't you?
Pepper: You can't do that.
Dr. Arthur Arden: Watch me.
[Scalpel flies out of his hand and clatters on the floor]
Pepper: Dr. Arden, you still see me as microcephalic. No one takes a pinhead seriously. When my sister's husband drowned her baby and sliced his ears off, he told everyone I did it. They tied me up and paraded me in front of the judge. He took one look at the shape of my head, and I was locked up for good. That's how it works with us freaks. We get blamed for everything. But if something happens to Grace in here, and she's harmed in *any* way, there won't be anyone else to blame. They'll take you, open up your head... and stir your brain with a fork. Then, when you return, you'll experience firsthand how people treat us freaks. I'll take care of Grace. Why don't you go to your whore nun, have her soothe your deflated ego.
Sister Jude Martin: Mother?
Mother Superior Claudia: Hello, Jude.
Sister Jude Martin: Mother... Superior. Claudia. Mother Claudia.
Mother Superior Claudia: The Monsignor said you were speaking my name.
Sister Jude Martin: Wanted to say goodbye.
Mother Superior Claudia: Goodbye?
Sister Jude Martin: I'm going to Rome. The Monsignor- Taking me to Rome. We're going to be pope. We're getting married. He likes my cooking. I'm a rare bird. Is it warm in Rome now? She tried to steal... him away. She rubbed her naked body on him. Ravish Me Red. Ravish Me Red.
Mother Superior Claudia: Jude.
Sister Jude Martin: He killed her. He had to. We're getting married in the Vatican. The devil was jealous.
Mother Superior Claudia: Try and rest your mind. You're a little confused.
Sister Jude Martin: Do you see that woman over there smoking a cigarette?
Mother Superior Claudia: [sigh] Yes.
Sister Jude Martin: Her name is Lana Winters. She doesn't belong here. I put her here. Help her... get out.
Angel of Death: The devil is at Briarcliff in your favorite young nun. Guard your thoughts, use your rosary. Each bead is His name. This is your moment, Timothy.
Dr. Arthur Arden: You have no idea what it means to have lost you.