Nehemiah Persoff: Mitchell Traven
Vincent Benedict : [points to a device in the lab] This must, uh, be where you made the milkshake.
Mitchell Traven : We weren't making milkshakes. We were making the most fully developed human the world has ever seen.
Vincent Benedict : But instead of just one perfect kid, Mom had the two of us.
Vincent Benedict : Way to go, Mom.
Mitchell Traven : Wrong. The embryo did split in two, but it didn't split equally. All the purity and strength went into Julius. All the crap that was left over went into what you see in the mirror every morning.
Vincent Benedict : Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're telling me that I'm the crap?
Julius Benedict : No, this is not true, Vincent.
Vincent Benedict : Wait a minute, Julius. I wanna hear this.
Vincent Benedict : You're telling me that I am the left over crap? That I'm no good?
Julius Benedict : He's *wrong*.
Mitchell Traven : [points at Vincent] Look at him.
Vincent Benedict : Are you saying that... I'm a side effect?
Mitchell Traven : You haven't got the brain power to understand this, and I haven't got the time. Show's over.
[He starts to walk out, leaving Vincent stunned and heartbroken. Julius seizes him by the coat]
Julius Benedict : Hey! Dickhead... tell us where our mother is.
Mitchell Traven : Ah... Whispering Pines. It's an artists' colony 200 miles north of Santa Fe.
Julius Benedict : If you're lying to me...
[Traven holds up his hands and shakes his head]
Julius Benedict : I'll be back.
[Traven reads a newspaper story about the twins, then lowers it to see Mary Ann standing there, glaring at him]
Mitchell Traven : Mary Ann? What a pleasant surprise...
[he starts to rise from his couch]
Mary Ann Benedict : You stole my family... you *lying son of a bitch*!
[She yanks him upright by his tie, then decks him with her fist]