(about Lucy's illness)
Those marks on her throat. No disease, no trituration, I'm sure the blood loss occurred there.
Oh? Where did the blood go? You were once a careful student, Jack. Use your brain. Where did the blood go? Tell me.
The bed clothes would be covered in blood...
Exactly. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear that which you cannot account for.
Something just went up there, sucked it out of her, and flew away, I suppose? (Quincey chuckles)
Ja. Why not?
(irritated)
That's brilliant. That's absolutely brilliant. Will one of you learned doctors, or whatever you are, kindly tell me what is going on with my Lucy?
Jack, you are a scientist! You do not think that there are things in this universe which you cannot understand and which are true: mesmerism, hypnotism...
(turning away)
You and Charcot have proved hypnotism! (turns back, only to find that Van Helsing has vanished)
...telekinesis, materialization, astral bodies...
Professor?
Where the hell did he go?
I feel like a blundering novice.
