The End

The Stand 1×1

— Seven billion people dead. You want to puke, son... you go right ahead.

Dr. Jim Ellis: Okay. What do you want to know?
Stu Redman: Well, for starters, how come you're not wearing one of those masks?
Dr. Jim Ellis: I'm, uh, too good-looking. Sorry. Uh, my psych profile says I use humor to cope with... stress.

Stu Redman: How many of them had what Campion had?
Dr. Jim Ellis: All of them.
Stu Redman: What do you mean, all of 'em? What... ? And how are they?
Dr. Jim Ellis: Ralph Hodges', uh, youngest daughter, the four-year-old.
Stu Redman: Eva?
Dr. Jim Ellis: Uh-huh. She's alive. She was when I came in here.

Dr. Jim Ellis: Well, as far as we can tell, everyone who comes in contact with this thing becomes infected. Everyone but you, and we need to find out why. We need to take as much blood from you as you can tolerate. Couple of vials every couple hours. Run it through every test we can think of. Run the rest of you through every scan we have. Hope that one of these tracks helps us identify what's protecting you from this infection. Come up with some way to protect the rest of us.

Harold Lauder: Frannie. Five will get you ten, it was the people in authority who did this. Some government scientist said, "Look what I made. Kills almost everybody. Isn't it great?" Probably got a medal and a raise. And then somebody spilled it.
Frances Goldsmith: What are you talking about?
Harold Lauder: What planet have you been living on? It was all over the Internet before they shut it down.

Harold Lauder: No one's coming, Fran.

Dr. Jim Ellis: I got to get on the phone with the World Health Organization in five minutes to get estimates that would make the Spanish flu look like a sham.

Harold Lauder: ... the fatality rate for this virus is well over 99%. Means we can't afford to lose a single person. It means...
Frances Goldsmith: We're the future.
Harold Lauder: Yes. Us.

Stu Redman: No.
Dr. Jim Ellis: Uh, pretty much sums it up. See, the first rule of epidemiology is, you don't end up on the wrong end of the stethoscope.

Dr. Jim Ellis: Pretty much everyone has it. ... Oh, God. Can you imagine that just, like, a month ago, we were all worried about Ebola.

General Starkey: Right this way, soldier.... Follow the lights, Mr. Redman.

General Starkey: Looks like we're the last men standing here...

General Starkey: Men like Cobb... don't stop following orders just because the orders stop making sense.

General Starkey: Poetry. And I do believe Mr. Yeats was onto something about how it looks when the shit hits the fan.

General Starkey: If you'll indulge me?
     "Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
     the falcon cannot hear the falconer.
     Things fall apart.
     Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
     The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
     and everywhere the ceremony
     of innocence is drowned.
     The best lack all conviction,
     while the worst
     are full of passionate intensity.
     Surely some revelation is at hand.
     Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
     Somewhere in sands of the desert
     a shape with lion body
     and the head of a man,
     a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
     is moving its slow thighs.
     And what rough beast,
     its hour come round at last,
     slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

General Starkey: Good luck to you, Mr. Redman.

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