Virginia: "Is this something you're struggling with? Because we can..."
Masters: "Not me! Never me. But I could see the beginnings of it already, between you and Langham."
Virginia: "That golden retriever? Come on."
Masters: "He flirted, you responded."
Virginia: "I made him comfortable, just like every single woman we've had in here."
Masters: "Yeah, but he had an erection."
Virginia: "By virtue of the fact that... Are you kidding me right now?"
Masters: "Which is why we need to implement a system, uh, that ensures this kind of transference doesn't occur..."
Virginia: "Which it didn't..."
Masters: "So you agree to devising a ... system?"
Virginia: "There's another shoe about to drop. Just drop it already. You're twitching like..."
Masters: "The two of us should undertake the research ourselves."
Virginia: "Have sex with our patients? Bill, that would be textbook transference."
Masters: "Uh, no."
Clunk. Winter sun, and then the muggy dark. We study what we must conquer, and we must conquer what we fear.
Masters: "I've considered this carefully, and I... It's the best way to ensure the longevity of the project. We get the benefit of interpreting the data firsthand, plus it deflects any inappropriate projection away from our patients."
"Keeps it just between us."
Are you gross, or was that okay? Are you so enlightened that you're beyond reproach, or so convinced by your own sickness that you'll never dig out? Am I joining a cult, am I under the influence of a strong and charismatic figure? Or are we being our best selves yet?
You walk out of the cave and into the sparkling snow, and everything looks so clean. Under a clear sky, strong sun, blue and white and clean. Maybe it's still a cave, though, cunningly disguised as freedom: Maybe you're being tricked. Am I the dumb girl of the century, and a procurer to boot, or are you really this much of a robot? And what am I risking, either way?
"Can I take the weekend to think about this?"
He says goodnight, and they retreat to their corners. And she goes home and she has a fight with herself, one we've all had. He's shown his cards; it becomes dangerous. But for now, it's still winter.