Fly

Seth Brundle:
My teeth have begun to fall out. The medicine cabinet is now the Brundle Museum of Natural History. Wanna see what else is in it?

Seth Brundle:
What's there to take? The disease has just revealed it's purpose. We don't have to worry about contagion anymore... I know what the disease wants.

Ronnie:
What does the disease want?

Seth Brundle:
It wants to... turn me into something else. That's not too terrible is it? Most people would give anything to be turned into something else.

Ronnie:
Turned into what?

Seth Brundle:
Whaddaya think, a fly? Am I becoming a hundred-and-eighty-five-pound fly? No, I'm becoming something that never existed before. I'm becoming... Brundlefly. Don't you think that's worth a Nobel Prize or two?

Seth Brundle:
You have to leave now, and never come back here. Have you ever heard of insect politics? Neither have I. Insects... don't have politics. They're very... brutal. No compassion, no compromise. We can't trust the insect. I'd like to become the first... insect politician. Y'see, I'd like to, but... I'm afraid, uh...

Ronnie:
I don't know what you're trying to say.

Seth Brundle:
I'm saying... I'm saying I - I'm an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over... and the insect is awake.

Ronnie:
No. no, Seth...

Seth Brundle:
I'm saying... I'll hurt you if you stay.

Ronnie:
Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Seth Brundle:
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die.

Ronnie:
Don't you get it? I am finally onto something that's big. Huge.

Stathis Borans:
What? His cock?

Seth Brundle:
I was not pure. The teleporter insists on inner pure. I was not pure.

Ronnie:
I don't know what you mean.

Seth Brundle:
A fly... got into the... transmitter pod that first time, when I was alone. The computer... got confused - there weren't supposed to be two separate genetic patterns - and it decided to... uhh... splice us together. It mated us, me and the fly. We hadn't even been properly introduced.

Ronnie:
If you *SAW* him, Stathis, if you saw how scared and angry and desperate he is...

Stathis Borans:
I'm sure Typhoid Mary was a very nice person too when you saw her socially.

Seth Brundle:
What am I working on? Uhh... I'm working on something that will change the world, and human life as we know it.

Ronnie:
The World will want to know what you're thinking.

Seth Brundle:
F***. is what I'm thinking.

Ronnie:
Good... The world will want to know that.

Seth Brundle:
You're afraid to dive into the plasma pool, aren't ya'? You're afraid to be destroyed and recreated,aren't ya? I'll bet you think you woke me up about the flesh, don't you? But you only know society's straight line about the flesh. You can't penetrate beyond society's sick, grave, fear of the flesh. Drink deep, or taste not, the plasma spring. Y'see what I'm sayin? And I'm not just talking about sex and penetration, I'm talking about penetration beyond the veil of the flesh. A deep penetrating dive into the plasma pool.

Tawny:
There's no elevator, I can't make it.

Seth Brundle:
No, there's an elevator.

Seth Brundle:
There, don't you feel elevated?

2nd Man In Bar:
Better watch out, he eats chocolate bars.

Marky:
Yeah, so I noticed.

Stathis Borans:
If you plan to make anything disappear, please let me know - I've got an assistant editor who has outlived his usefulness.

Veronica Quaife:
I'm not eating this, a monkey just came apart in there.

Seth Brundle:
Baboon. Eat.