Prodigal Son
Tuesdays 9:00 PM on FOXProdigal Son Season 1 Episode 6: "All Souls and Sadists" Quotes
Martin: I missed you.
Ainsley: You don't even know me.
Martin: Why don't we remedy that.
Ainsley: I came to ask for an interview.
Martin: An interview? That seems a little exploitative. Then again I've been exploiting others my whole life.
Ainsley: As a serial killer?
Martin: No As a white man. We're terrible.
That's not the most important question. Deep down, there's another question that you desperately need answered, and I'm wondering are you brave enough to ask it?
Martin
Gabrielle: If you follow your trauma to its source you can revert back to that frozen, broken child.
Malcolm: How will I know?
Gabrielle: You'll start seeing things.
Malcolm: Already checked that box.
Gabrielle: These won't be drug-induced or from sleep deprivation, you won't be able to tell what's real from imagined. It'll all feel real.
Malcolm: I'll be psychotic.
Gabrielle: Mhmm.
Malcolm: Lose contact with reality. That's your concern.
Gabrielle: You're my concern.
Jessica: That interview will never happen. I will make sure of it.
Malcolm: Right, finally we--
Jessica: We agree. Well, I've never.
Martin: The general public seldom understands greatness in its time.
Therapist: Might there be another reason you don't want to do this?
Martin: The camera does add ten pounds.
Malcolm: Your garden variety sadist takes pleasure from inflicting pain. On average, it takes three stabs at four-inch depth to kill someone.
JT: Where do you get a stat like that?
Jake: What the hell are you some kinda freak?
Malcolm: Jung would have called me a masochist, but I'm not a fan. He would love you, though ... an old-fashioned sadist.
Jessica: You must be freezing. Or maybe not. Can I have the room, dear?
Ainsley's Boyfriend: Nice to meet you, Mrs. Whitly.
Jessica: Likewise.
Ainsley: Was it real?
Martin: There's my girl.
Ainsley: Did you love us or was it just some psychopathic act?
Martin: I've thought about you every single day since my arrest. I imagined myself there on birthdays, piano recitals, dancing with you at the debutante ball.
Ainsley: I was never a debutante.
Martin: That's a shame the one I dreamed for you was quite the party. You demanded the band play "Single Ladies." Your mother was mortified. I, of course, loved it.
Ainsley: I need to go.
Martin: Ainsley, that imaginary life is the most real thing I know. The one place I get to be a father. I will never forgive myself for not really being there, and neither should you. You deserved so much better than me.
Jessica: He made you love him.
Ainsley: What? No. No, of course not.
Jessica: I can see it in your eyes. I used to see it myself in the mirror every morning. You went to find the monster hoped for it because it would be easier to understand, but instead you found the father who loves you.
