From Hell
From Hell

Peter Godley: There's your typical Londoner, imbued with Christian sympathy for his fellow man, or fellow whore in this case.

From Hell
From Hell

Sir William Gull: [Re: Dr Ferral] He knows all about Anatomy and nothing about the soul.

From Hell
From Hell

Constable Withers: You could be dead... right now. But then there would be too many bloody questions.

From Hell
From Hell

Lord Hallsham: How did he find out about the unfortunate and her child?
Sir Charles Warren: Well, he has that kind of cleverness you'll sometimes find in the middle classes. A cheap sort of intelligence, but effective nevertheless.
Lord Hallsham: Hmm. Thank God that's not something you're burdened by.
Sir Charles

Warren: Yes, thank God.

From Hell
From Hell

Peter Godley: Sorry about the rude awakening.

From Hell
From Hell

Peter Godley: A rose by any other name?

From Hell
From Hell

Sir William Gull: Have you forgotten the most telling fact? What ever the Prince may be, he knows little or nothing about human anatomy.

From Hell
From Hell

Opium Den Owner: I pay. I already pay.
Peter Godley: I'm not after you, emperor. Where is he?

From Hell
From Hell

Kate Eddowes: We work the streets harder than ever, right?

From Hell
From Hell

Mary Kelly: We were starving. But we were starving in fresh air.

From Hell
From Hell

Sir William Gull: I think you mean to draw a Lister knife.

From Hell
From Hell

Peter Godley: Withers, when the inspector is talking you are listening.

From Hell
From Hell

Peter Godley: Withers, when the inspector is talking you are what?
Constable Withers: Listening, sir.

From Hell
From Hell

Abberline: And Withers, for your information... the star of David has six points.

From Hell
From Hell

Sir Charles Warren: My God. He's out of his mind.
Abberline: That's very astute of you sir.

From Hell
From Hell

Polly Nichols: [in Jack the Ripper's carriage] That was the thing that was in my dream. What's it called again?
Jack the Ripper: Cleopatra's Needle.
Polly Nichols: Cleopatra, she was a beauty.
Jack the Ripper: They were carved 1450 years before the son of God was born. Six men died bringing it here.

[kills Polly]

From Hell
From Hell

Ada: Look, I bring everything for supper!
Mary Kelly: [snatches an envelope full of money] You little thief! I need this money!
Ada: I only take some money to buy food. For me and for you. Was that bad, Marie?
Mary Kelly: It's fine, dear. But until I go away, it's not safe for you to go out by yourself.

Ada: [caresses Mary's face] I stay with Marie, beautiful Marie.
Mary Kelly: It's alright, darling. You don't have to pay for your food.
Ada: Pardon?

From Hell
From Hell

Liz Stride: [approaching his carriage carefully] 'ello, sir.
Jack the Ripper: Is anything wrong?
Liz Stride: No sir. For a second, I thought you were someone else.
Jack the Ripper: Oh.
[offers her absinthe spiked with laudanum]
Jack the Ripper: Thirsty?
Liz

Stride: [takes it and drinks] Always parched, sir.

From Hell
From Hell

Sir William Gull: [Lecture on the human heart] The human heart is a dense and powerful muscle, much like the organic equivalent of mahogany, and notoriously difficult to burn. About the size of a fist, it provides the motor power for the circulatory system. The heart contains two atria, two ventricle, and four valves. It is in effect a single pump, powering a double circuit. In

the adult the heart rate averages 70 to 80 beats a minute. Such is the force of the heart beat, that if the body's largest artery, the aorta, is severed: a six-foot jet of blood is released.

From Hell
From Hell

Abberline: Sergeant? It's night.
Peter Godley: Your observations are correct. It is indeed night.
[turns to two constables]
Peter Godley: And gentlemen, unless you wish to be free of the confines of your duties, this never happened.