This isn’t about some indiscretion in an exam room, this about the right of scientists to pursue knowledge.

Keller

Trust me, Bill. Falling into old patterns can be dangerous.

Virginia

Your husband loves you, right? What makes you worthy of his love? Is it because your respective infidelities cancel each other out? Maybe he knows who you really are. Not your body in bed or your mind at work, but the secret you. The person you don't want anyone to see, much less acknowledge yourself. A woman who is fucked up, and he loves you anyway. Isn't that true love? Someone who will kiss your bruises the same way he kisses your lips, who's on your side, not when it's easy, but when it's damn near impossible, when you yourself don't think you deserve it.

Art

Libby: I am actually a carnal woman, Bill. I want a man to tear my clothes off, and I want to have sex in the shower, and if I am going to go to a five-hour charity dinner, at some point I want to be felt up under the goddamn table.
Bill: I would have happily felt you up.
Libby: Really?
Bill: Yes, those were some incredibly boring dinners.

Can you leave a mark that's indelible? That's the challenge. You dazzle them, and then you leave them ruined.

Virginia

Libby: I want you to go down on me.
Bill: I'm sorry?
Libby: I want to know what it feels like, and I want you to do something for me for the sole purpose of giving me pleasure.

I don't mean to burst your bubble, but I'm not trying to get into your pants. Look, if it were up to me I'd be out the door, but my ride has apparently up and disappeared right at the moment that everyone has lost their mind and decided to start playing sexual roulette.

Betty

The question isn't do they love each other enough. It's are they willing to truly engage in the work of intimacy? To stand naked in front of each other outside the bedroom. Are they capable of reflection, of change? Are they able to let go of and forgive each other for their hurt and disappointment that's brought them here?

Bill

Bill: Well for someone that lies to you, who disregards you, who ultimately cannot love you... can you possibly hate yourself that much?
Alice: Sometimes I do, but sometimes I don't. Surely people like us feel we deserve a certain punishment or these things wouldn't keep happening. What matters for me is Dan loves me, and I love him.
Bill. No. That's not love... that's torture.

Virginia: We were due at the wedding chapel at seven, and that afternoon I went downstairs to the tables, and I found a nice man with a Pearl Harbor tattoo, and I took him upstairs and let Dan discover us. That's the real reason why he's back with you.
Alice: I don't know who's more deserving of pity in that story. What kind of woman beds a man on the same day she was meant to marry another?

Nancy: Aren't pain and pleasure two sides of the same coin? Both illicit the same physiological reactions: increased heart rate, perspiration, shortness of breath.
Bill: A well-adjusted individual knows the difference.
Nancy: Not always. It can be oddly romantic, even erotic... the sensation of pain, of punishment. Haven't you ever gone after something you knew would hurt you because it also felt good.

I know I caused enormous pain, and I deeply regret that.

Virginia

Masters of Sex Quotes

I think women often confuse love with physical attraction.

Virginia

Women fake orgasms, maybe all of em. Although I haven't checked my clipboard lately

Betty