Masters of Sex

Helen: I just got back from the doctor.

I'm pregnant.

Paul: What do you want?

Libby: You.

Jonathan: You strike me as someone

who might like classical music.

In my experience, one classical music lover

- can often tell another. - Barton: Mm.

Ronald: I am compelled by the lord

to remind you of the damnation that awaits you, Dr. Ma--

William: You will feel the pain of damnation firsthand

if you ever come into this building again.

Jane: This is Nora Everett.

William: Uh, you're here for the surrogacy program?

Nora: And you think because my parents

were stuffy episcopalians,

I must have turned out that way, too?

Jane: You have got to be kidding me.

Lester: If you can be a surrogate,

I don't see any reason why I can't, too.

William: Nora, you sensed both his vulnerabilities

and areas of personal interest.

You're on track for an A-plus in this course.

Virginia: The surrogates themselves are unknowns and unpredictable.

William: It's why we train them.

Virginia: Train them yourself.

I'm busy with our other research.

William: What other research?

Virginia: The research that I'm interested in.

William: Is there any particular reason

you're insisting he stay here?

Virginia: I have found something in his work

that adds value to our work.

William: Dan Logan's study has reached a dead end.

Time for Dan Logan to go back to New York.

Dan: Mrs. Johnson is an impressive woman,

though it wouldn't surprise me

if Masters was smitten with her.

Tessa: He's more than smitten.

I know for a fact he's sleeping with her.

Dan: I'm sorry. I think my work here is done.

William: Virginia.

Virginia!

Virginia!

Man: What are you doing?

You've got to pull yourself together.

If you can't control yourself,

how are you gonna get control of her?

You know what to do.

Flatter her.

Draw her in.

Make her feel like you're on her side.

You set the trap, and she'll walk right into it.

She always does.

Virginia: 18 holes again?

Dan:

Nine.

I want to give myself plenty of time this afternoon

for some sightseeing.

Virginia: Sightseeing? In St. Louis?

Dan: You may not realize this,

but St. Louis is rapidly becoming

Paris on the Mississippi.

Virginia:

Dan: Well, you've got the climatron

at the botanical garden.

175-foot geodesic dome,

re-creating the climate of a lowland rainforest.

Virginia: Wow.

Well, so happy that you're enjoying your time as a tourist,

but starting tomorrow, I need you back in your business suits.

We are beginning the next phase of scent research.

Dan: We don't have another round of scent research.

Virginia: No. We do.

We are beginning to test scented lotions in sensate therapy.

Otherwise, if he sees us together...

Dan: I just don't understand

why we have to be constantly tiptoeing around Bill Masters,

making up fake scent experiments,

parking a block away from the office...

Virginia: In two weeks, Bill and I are going into Little Brown

to present the initial research for our second book.

Now, if he finds out about us,

he might even keep me out of the work,

which he's done before.

Dan: He's a child. You realize that, right?

Constantly threatening to take his toys and go home

if he doesn't get what he wants.

Virginia: It's a little bit more complicated than that.

He needs me. Or, he depends on me.

Just let me get through the next two weeks, please.

Once Little Brown signs off on the book, then...

Dan: Then what?

Virginia: Then...I will reassess.

Dan: If that's what you need.

Virginia: Thank you.

Ronald: God did not create marriage as a vehicle of our lust --

Virginia: Mr. and Mrs. Carson,

you're due upstairs with us, aren't you?

I'm sure you've had enough chatting with Mr. Sturgis here.

- Now, why don't you go on ahead? - Ronald: Goodbye.

Virginia: The chief of police is on our board of directors.

I could call him in an instant and have you arrested.

Ronald: I'm just here waiting for my typewriter to be fixed.

Virginia: Just leave my patients alone.

Ronald: I feel sorry for you, Mrs. Johnson.

Dr. Masters has brainwashed you.

He's warped your mind, and as a result, you've lost your way.

You are not the woman you once were.

Virginia: And because you know me so well,

you are certainly qualified to make that assessment.

I hope they fix your typewriter.

Ronald: God knows what that man has done to you,

what you've become --

tarnished, confused, a life removed from all that is good.

God knows this because God sees you, Mrs. Johnson.

Virginia: Oh.

I didn't hear you come in.

William: Am I interrupting?

Virginia: In fact, I was just --

William: I wanted to talk to you --

I'm -- I'm sorry.

Virginia: No, I interrupted you. Please.

William: I've been giving a lot of thought

to your reservations about the surrogacy program.

Virginia: I know that I have been insistent

in my objections...

William: You've raised some valid concerns.

And now I worry that I may have dismissed those concerns

without giving them the attention they deserved.

Virginia: Really?

William: Frankly, uh...

...the results have not been what I hoped.

At this point, I'm ready to, you know, look into all options,

including discontinuing it completely.

But from the very beginning,

what has worked for us

is to have both a male and a female point of view.

So what I really need is your perspective...

and your honest evaluation.

But you can only offer that if you participate.

Virginia: All right.

That seems only fair,

that we should evaluate the work together

before abandoning an entire area of research.

William: Well, t-that was my thought.

Virginia: We should also begin

preparing our presentation for Little Brown.

William: I agree with that, as well.

Uh, Lester is actually, uh, beginning a session right now.

Would you like to observe with me?

Virginia: Absolutely.

Lester: Now, Lois,

I'm going to very slowly -- very slowly -- touch your...

vagina.

Lois: I'm -- I'm -- I'm -- I'm sorry, but that word...

Lester: Is there another word you'd prefer we use?

Lois: Kitty?

Virginia: Has there been any improvement in the dyspareunia?

William: Limited.

She did have some increase in vaginal lubrication

during the sensate therapy.

Virginia: But intercourse is still painful?

William: During manual manipulation, yes.

Lester: We'll take it very slowly.

Lois:

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

You have a scar... on your forehead.

How did it, um...

how did you get it?

Lester: W-we should stay focused on you, okay?

Lois: But how did you get that scar?

Lester: Um, I had an unfortunate mishap with a compass

in high-school geometry.

Lois: But what kind of a mishap?

Lester: Um, I accidentally stabbed myself in the head.

Should we --

Lois: Did we go to the same high school?

Lester: I -- I don't think that's pertinent.

Lois: But I -- I don't know anything about you.

Lester: You know plenty about me.

Remember our dinner?

We -- we talked about how I'm allergic to walnuts,

and you're allergic to cat dander.

Lois: Maybe if we could spend more time together

outside of the lab...

It's my nephew's bar mitzvah on Saturday.

- Why don't you come with me? - Lester: Hmm.

Lois: My parents will be there, and my nephew, Gene.

He's worked so hard on his Torah portion.

He has the voice of an angel.

Lester: I actually have another bar mitzvah to go to,

unfortunately.

It's my, um -- my grandmother's.

William: We'll stop there for now.

Virginia: Well, obviously, something is not working,

aside from Lester's complete ignorance of world religions.

Lester: I was raised around catholics.