Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Mrs. Marley, my deepest apologies.
You doctors.
I know we can never rely on you.

You know, I don't mind being scolded
by the smartest hostess in London.

-Dr. Jekyll, do sit over there.
-Thank you. Good evening.

Giles. Colonel. My special apologies
to you, Lady Colburn.

-Behaving yourself?

-A doctor's life, huh, Harry?
-The more patients, the colder the soup.

Actually, I got started on something
and lost track of time.

Oh, yes, Jekyll.
Heath was telling me that you're still
carrying on with that research work.

-Dr. Heath isn't in sympathy, Dr. Courtland.
-That's understandable, isn't it?

After all, separating the facets of the brain.
Rather ambitious, I should call that.

His research goes deeper than the brain into
something more intangible than the mind.

-Then all that seems to be left is the soul.
-All right, then, call it the soul.

The soul?
Come, come, my dear doctor.
Now you're invading my territory.

I suppose I am, but I know
that you wouldn't object...

...if science could be of help
to the church.

The church is always grateful
for any help, doctor.

Harry doesn't mean a word of this.
I'm afraid he's pulling our leg.

I should hope so. I was wondering what
Jekyll would do if I asked him to elaborate.

I don't mind elaborating.
If you didn't see that poor chap in church
this morning, you heard him, I'm sure.

Thank you for your assistance.
-Hopelessly insane, obviously.
-I don't think he was insane.

I think there was only one side of him
expressing itself.

-Good heavens, which side?
-His evil side.