Betty: "Almost there, champ..."
Masters: "I mean, the ladies are nude. In the pictures. They are of a sexual nature."
Betty: "And here you said you didn't have any gay porn."
Masters: "Why would a gay man like pictures of naked women?"
Betty: "...No, girl."
Betty: "I have a long-term partner, female, named Helen. She gets naked, just like those ladies in the pictures, and we do it. Sexually."
Masters: "But then how can you have sex with men for your job?"
Betty: "You just answered your..."
Masters: "Got it, got it. All caught up."
Betty: "I love her. Do you love somebody? Who is your lover, who do you love?"
Masters: "Sex and love aren't the same thing. They don't even have to go together."
Betty: "You're married, right?"
Betty: "When you look at her, what do you see?"
Masters: "...I'll go get you some porn."
Virginia: "What to start with first? The hooker in Room Five? The porn you're toting around the hospital right now? Your wife's privates getting a beatdown next door?"
Masters: "Betty is awesome, this porn is for her, and... What was the last one?"
Virginia: "Your wife. That you are literally torturing. Right now. Via my sex-friend. The other ones I don't really care about because I don't judge other people's stuff. But the Libby one kind of sticks in my craw, I'm not gonna lie."
Masters: "Do you want to get fired or something?"
Virginia: "You and I both know that's not fucking happening, so fess up."
Masters: "If I were capable of admitting the truth about my sperm to you, I would be okay letting my wife off the hook. You are actually a higher level of difficulty than her."
Virginia: "Too bad I know it for a fact, then."
Masters: "Seriously, are you looking for termination right now or what."
Virginia: "Fine, whatever. Robot mode engage, and tell me about Room Five."
Masters: "Okay, secretly it's why I hired you. It is for pervy shit."
Virginia: "Cool. Like how pervy, though."
Masters: "Imagine the perviest thing that could happen in the obstetrics wing of a teaching hosp..."