- Aylmer: This is the start of your new life Brian, a life full of colors, music,light and euphoria. A life without pain, or hurt or suffering.
- Aylmer: Why are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above? What makes a fellow start thinkin' of fallin' in love? It's not the season, the reason is plain as the moon. It's just Elmer's tune! What makes a lady, of eighty, go out on the loose? Why does a gander, meander, in search of a goose? What puts the kick in, a chicken, the magic in june? It's just Elmer's tune! Listen, listen, there's a lot you're liable to be missin' Sing it, swing it, any old place, and any old time. The hurdy-gurdies, the birdies, the cop on the beat. The candy-maker, the baker, the man on the street. The city charmer, the farmer, the man in the moon, all sing Elmer's tune!
- Aylmer: This is the start of your new life, Brian. A life without worry or pain or loneliness, a life filled instead with colors and music and, euphoria... A life of light and pleasure.
- Brian: But who are you? What are you?
- Aylmer: I am you, Brian. I'm all you'll ever need.
- Brian: I don't understand.
- Aylmer: You will, Brian. From now on your life will take on a whole new light, and all you have to do is look into the light, and listen. Listen to the light, Brian, just listen to the light...
- Brian: Yes, yes, I'd like to again, but... I don't see it now.
- Aylmer: Then I'll make you a deal. I'll show you the light, if you'll take me for a walk.
- Brian: A walk? Where?
- Aylmer: Anywhere you like. I'm, uh, hungry.
- Brian: Wait, wait, I'm confused! I'm not following any of this.
- Aylmer: Then don't worry about it. You don't need to worry about anything ever again. I'll do all your thinking for you. Just put me on the back off your neck, and everything will be fine.
- Brian: My neck? Oh, you mean the hole, I-wait, I don't know.
- Aylmer: Trust me, Brian, trust me...
- Aylmer: [Elmer watches over Brian, who writhes and moans on the floor] Oh my. Well, well... ready to beg for it, Brian? Ready to crawl across the floor and plead for my juice? No? Not yet? Well, give it a few more hours, Brian. Whenever you want the pain to stop, I'll be here. Whenever you want to stop hurting, you come to me. When the pain gets so great you think you're turning inside-out, just ask for my juice.
- [softly]
- Aylmer: Come to me when you're ready, Brian. Come to me and get my juice...
- Biker: You read the newspapers, you listen to the tv news. Talkin' about nuclear waste, talking' about nuclear bombs! Nuclear war! They're crying all over the place, they're crying in America, they're crying in Europe! The whole world's gonna come to an end. If it's gonna go, man, it's gonna go! And I'm gonna enjoy seein' this whole friggin' world blow up! And I'm gonna be smilin' having my beer! And I'm gonna see this last blast, baby! I'm gonna see it go!
- Aylmer: You're a wreck, Brian. You've got to relax. Why don't you put me on your neck and 'calm down?'
- Brian: No way! It's not gonna happen again!
- Aylmer: What isn't?
- Brian: Killing people!
- Aylmer: Oh.
- [laughs]
- Aylmer: I thought you meant getting high!
- Brian: We can't keep killing people every time you're hungry!
- Aylmer: Oh yes we can. We'll do anything I want us to do. You're mine now, Brian. I *own* you...
- Aylmer: [Elmer taunts Brian as he coughs and retches on the floor] What's the matter, Brian? Feeling ill?
- Brian: Shut up!
- Aylmer: Oh, please Brian! You're not gonna throw up in front of me, are you? I don't want to watch this. Why'd you bring me here? Why couldn't you leave me home? I'll tell you why, Brian. It's because you know you're not going to win. You know you're gonna need my juice.
- [laughs]
- Aylmer: You know the pain is going to get so great that only my juice will stop it. Only my juice will help you. You know that, don't you, Brian? Deep down inside you know that...
- Aylmer: [Discussing the blood found in Brian's underwear] It came from that girl at the club.
- Brian: What girl?
- Aylmer: The girl whose brains I ate.
- Brian: What?
- Aylmer: The blood came from the girl whose brains I sucked out.
- Brian: You sucked out her brains?
- Aylmer: Yeah. Right through her mouth.
- Brian: Is she dead?
- Aylmer: Of course she's dead. What, are you kidding?
- Brian: Sometimes... sometimes I can see completely. Sometimes everything glows with a different kind of light. I can touch an object and listen to the sound of its color. I can hear voices and music in the flicker of a match, I can look into a mirror and see a thousand different faces staring back at me. I can turn night into day, or watch the darkness shine and I don't even have to open my eyes!
- Barbara: You're on drugs, right?
- Aylmer: Hey Brian, why don't we go out tonight and get us some girls? Yeah, that's a swell idea. Let's go up to 33rd street and get us some hookers. Get ourselves a car and pile them in, haha, boy oh boy I could eat a million of them tonight. Hahahahaha...
- Brian: Good God! What the hell happened tonight?
- Morris: You fool! You're feeding him human brains. You're making him strong. I knew someone in the building had him, but I didn't think it was you. Where is he? Is he on you now?
- Brian: I don't know what you're talking about.
- Morris: Nor do you know what you're dealing with. You're an amateur. It takes years to control him. He'll drain you. Use you till you waste away.
- Brian: Yeah? Then what do you want him for?
- Morris: Because he's mine. Aylmer belongs to me.
- Brian: Elmer? You fucking named him Elmer?
- Morris: Not Elmer. Aylmer. A-Y-L-M-E-R. An Old English word meaning "the awe-inspiring famous one". And that he is, indeed. For the Aylmer is a creature of endless histories. A living relic of civilizations long since forgotten.
- Brian: You're crazy.
- Morris: Am I? The Aylmer's origins can be traced back to the Fourth Crusade where he was snatched from the Emperor Alexius during the sack of Byzantium in 1203. It's believed a Venetian mercenary named Matteo Grimaldi brought the creature to Europe, but he had to surrender it almost immediately to a renegade cardinal, a Borgia who wanted the Aylmer all to himself. In 1699, the Aylmer reappeared in the possession of one Don Manuel Perolta, a Spanish viceroy and freelance corsair. He lost the Aylmer to a Portuguese admiral off the Barbary Coast who himself was murdered within days by a young midshipman who fled with his prize to Africa. There the Aylmer quickly fell into the hands of a Mabootoo chief whose tribe placed a deep religious value in the Aylmer's many talents. Then, during the Second World War, a German munitions tycoon bribed a battalion commander to obtain the Aylmer for himself. It didn't work out that way. The Aylmer was brought to Berlin all right, but he passed from host to host for over three decades until I tracked him down. Until I paid for him in both money and blood. Until I made him mine.
- Brian: You're out of your mind.
- Morris: Give him to me!
- [Brian tosses him aside and runs off]
- Morris: He's mine, damn you. Mine! Mine! Mine, mine! Mine! Mine, mine, mine!