Hugh Spight

Mothershead: Sir! I don't quite... I don't quite understand why it is you allow that sort of people in there.

Dr. Frederick Treves: Why? Because he enjoys it, and I think it's very good for him.

Mothershead: Yes, but, sir, you saw the expression on their faces. They didn't hide their disgust. They don't care anything about John! They only want to impress their friends!

Dr. Frederick Treves: I think you're being rather harsh on them, don't you, Mrs. Mothershead?

Mothershead: I beg your pardon!

Dr. Frederick Treves: You yourself hardly showed him much loving kindness when he first arrived, did you?

Mothershead: I bathed him, I fed him, and I cleaned up after him, didn't I? And I see that my nurses do the same. And if loving kindness can be called care and practical concern, then I did show him loving kindness, and I am not ashamed to admit it!

John Merrick: There's something I've been meaning to ask you for some time now.

Dr. Frederick Treves: What's that?

John Merrick: Can you cure me?

Dr. Frederick Treves: No. We can care for you, but we can't cure you.

John Merrick: [matter-of-factly] No. I thought not.