Williams and Walker

The Knick 2×7

& Carr: D.W. Garrison Carr. That’s two Rs in Garrison, two Rs in Carr. I’m under the care of Dr. Algernon Edwards. That’s one R.

& Dr. Thackery: I was hoping to capture this surgery with something more than just words.
    Bertie: Photographs?
    Dr. Thackery: No, I was thinking of one of those new motion picture cameras.
    Bertie: Has a surgery ever been captured that way before?
    Dr. Thackery: There’s always a first... Put the thing to some real use instead of capturing silly street scenes or whatever else he uses it for.

& Dr. Thackery: This is their last day as a sideshow attraction and you their last audience. This is no magic trick. No illusion. No sleight of hand. It is scientific knowledge and rigorous experimentation that will finally allow these two young ladies to live the humane life of which fate has so far robbed them... Nurse Elkins, surgical knife.

& Dr. Thackery: This surgery, gentlemen, proves once again how high we can soar on the wings of science and ingenuity.

& Dr. Thackery: What is this material?
    — Celluloid. Amazing substance. Thicker pieces can actually be molded into objects. I know one fellow who makes jewelry out of it and fools people into thinking it’s real ivory.

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& Showalter: You. Should. Be. Pregnant!

& Harriet: I’m teaching them how to protect themselves from men.
    Cleary: Well, three swift boot heels to the scrotum, he’d rather be humping a beehive and never come near you again.

& Genevieve: Opal, you look like you were born to wear dresses like that.
    Opal: I was. But I’m really here for the entertainment. They have Williams and Walker performing tonight.

& Cleary: The ladies need it. The fellas do, too. If he’s gonna put it inside there anyways, we’d be doing a lot of good helping a bloke bag it up on the way in. And besides, we ain’t going back to the fix, so why not stop the trouble before it gets that far?
    Harriet: It wouldn’t be that difficult...
    Cleary: Mm-hmm.
    Harriet: You’d need lamb’s guts for the condoms.
    Cleary: Mm-hmm.
    Harriet: Vinegar and sponges for the ladies.
    Cleary: Yeah, could charge a fortune. This city is full of customers.
    Harriet: Lord knows that’s true... And the split, 50-50 this time or nothing.
    Cleary: Fair play.

& Phillip: See, we’ve always refined crude into kerosene and thrown away the waste that we strip down. It was flammable, so we piped it into rivers and lakes just to be safe.
    Henry: Well, that’s only responsible.
    Phillip: But we needed a new idea and I just thought we could find a use for that waste, too, so I hired some chemists and engineers. They’ve converted all the machines at the refinery to run on the stuff.
    Henry: Not steam?
    Phillip: Or electricity. It’s miraculous. We call it gasoline.

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