Colin Fox credited as playing...
Edmond Delhurst
- Edmund Delhurst: It's not working. Months of experiments, eleven different formulas, now a scalp transplant and it's still not working.
- Brett: We're wasting our time with animals, Professor Delhurst. We give them massive doses of radiation so they'll lose their hair, then we try to make it grow back again, but it won't. Just end up dying from cancer.
- Edmund Delhurst: Don't be an idiot all your life, Brett. They pay me to study cancer. The Institute expects animal research. They expect radiation treatments. If it happens that I stumble on a cure for baldness, lucky me. And lucky you, too, baldy.
- Edmund Delhurst: [looks at cancer cells under a microscope] Amazing. The cells are multiplying at an incredible rate! Mitosis at the speed of light!
- [first lines]
- Mark: [chanting and wearing a cow mask] Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights!
- [sees Delhurst approaching]
- Mark: Professor Delhurst! Professor Delhurst, I wanna talk to you.
- Edmund Delhurst: Would you get out of my way, please? I'm late.
- Mark: For what? Another execution?
- Edmund Delhurst: Somebody call security.
- Mark: The animals keep checkin' in, but they don't check out, do they? You're not a scientist, you're an undertaker!
- [Delhurst shoves past him]
- Mark: We are not through, Professor Delhurst!
- Edmund Delhurst: [stops, turning] Within the next decade, two of you will die of cancer. I'm doing my best to reduce those figures.
- Mark: What an asshole.
- [after Brett has been killed]
- Edmund Delhurst: I came as fast as I could! This is incredible! How did you do this? Do you realize the possibilities?
- Alex Reed: Your assistant is lying here dead, and all you can think of are the scientific possibilities?
- Edmund Delhurst: How is the poor boy?
- Edmund Delhurst: A sequence analyzer. Where did this come from?
- Neil Hamilton: It's for a private project.
- Edmund Delhurst: Moonlighting, Neil?
- Neil Hamilton: Well, judging from this morning's paper, you don't exactly restrict your research to cancer, do you?
- Edmund Delhurst: Neil, I'm a colleague in need.
- Neil Hamilton: I'm under a deadline, Edmund. I'm sorry.
- Edmund Delhurst: [becoming angry] Deadline? You've been working for years to produce... produce that only Lilliputians would appreciate!
- [he calms down]
- Edmund Delhurst: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. The flowers are lovely.
- Edmund Delhurst: You're wrong about this, Neil! You can't possibly believe that I, a fellow scientist, would actually stoop to...!
- [Neil slams the lab door in his face, looking dismayed]