Wilford Brimley: Blair

The Thing

Blair

MacReady: How you doin', old boy?
Dr. Blair: I don't know who to trust.
MacReady: [swallows, sighs] I know what you mean, Blair. Trust's a tough thing to come by these days. Tell you what - why don't you just trust in the Lord?

Dr. Blair: [throwing a fit in the radio room] You guys think I'M crazy! Well, that's fine! Most of ya don't know what's goin' on around here, but I'm damn well sure SOME of you do!
MacReady: Christ!
Childs: He got most of the chopper and the tractor, and he's killed the rest of the dogs.
MacReady: [as Garry advances with his gun] Garry, wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, Childs, go around to the map room door. Talk to him.
Childs: Yeah.
[Childs exits]
MacReady: Norris, get a table from the lab.
Dr. Blair: [still smashing up the radio room with an axe while yelling] D'ya think that thing wanted to be an animal? No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold! No, you don't understand! That thing wanted to be US! If a cell gets out, it could imitate everything on the FACE OF THE EARTH! AAAAND NOTHING can stop it!
Childs: [appearing in the map room doorway] Okay, Blair. Come on, man, you don't wanna hurt anybody.
[Blair whips a pistol out and shoots at Childs but misses]
Dr. Blair: I'LL KILL YOU!
[fires more shots]

[showing the remains of the dog-thing to the entire camp]
Dr. Blair: You see, what we're talkin' about here is an organism that imitates other life-forms, and it imitates 'em perfectly. When this thing attacked our dogs it tried to digest them... absorb them, and in the process shape its own cells to imitate them. This for instance. That's not dog. It's imitation. We got to it before it had time to finish.
Vance Norris: Finish what?
Dr. Blair: Finish imitating these dogs.

Dr. Blair: Clark?
Clark: Yeah?
Dr. Blair: Did you notice anything strange about the dog? Anything at all?
Clark: Strange? No.
Dr. Blair: What was the dog doing in the rec room?
Clark: I don't know. It's just wondering around camp all day.
Dr. Blair: Are you sayin' to me the dog wasn't put in the kennel until last night?
Clark: Right.
Dr. Blair: How long were you alone with that dog?
Clark: I don't know. An hour... hour-and-a-half maybe. What the hell you looking at me like that for?
Dr. Blair: [pause; now nervous] I don't know.
Clark: What?
Dr. Blair: I don't know. It's probably nothing. It's nothing at all.