Eric: We're running out of time. If we wait too long, the onset of atrophy in the limbs will be irreversible.

Chris: We can turn up the current. That'll buy us a day, at least.

Eric: We will lose the entire body if we don't attach a head soon.

Chris: We have time.

Eric: We don't! The crash with the girls was lucky. But we can't just keep waiting around for another lucky accident to drop a head in our laps. You know what we have to do. Hell, it's just one lousy girl.

Chris: I won't do it. I... I can't... kill anyone. (turns to the shadows) Please! Understand. I... I can't do that! Please don't make me.

Daryl: But you gave me your word. You promised me, little brother. (comes into the light) That I wouldn't be alone.

(...)

Eric: The body is perfect. And if we harvest a head tonight, she'll be ready by sunrise.

Daryl: When you brought me back you promised you'd take care of me. I need this, Chris. I need someone.

Chris: Please don't ask me to do this. Don't ask me to take a life.

Eric: I tried to tell him. If you take a life in order to make a life, the whole thing is a wash. No harm, no foul.

Chris: Maybe you could... you could go out...

Daryl: No!

Chris: Let people know.

Daryl: They can't see me. Chris, you've always been smarter than me. You were always the brains. You're the only one who can help me now. Third and long, seconds to go. Where do you throw? Where do you throw?

Chris: Number five. Daryl's gonna drive.

Daryl: Help me, brother. (Chris nods. Daryl hugs him.) Thank you. (to Eric) Show me! (points to Cordelia) This one.

Eric: Ha, ha. A man of taste.

written by: Ty King; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/14assembly.html