Henry Frankenstein: He's just resting. Waiting for a new life to come.
Doctor Waldman: You have created a monster, and it will destroy you.
Henry Frankenstein: The brain you stole, Fritz. Think of it. The brain of a dead man waiting to live again in a body I made with my own hands! With my own hands.
Baron Frankenstein: Here's to health, a son to the house of Frankenstein... Here's to jolly good health to young Frankenstein.
Henry Frankenstein: Help! Help.
Villager #1: Listen, it's Frankenstein.
Villager #2: That way.
Dr. Henry Frankenstein: The neck's broken. The brain is useless. We must find another brain.
Doctor Waldman: The brain which was stolen from my laboratory... was a criminal brain.
Doctor Waldman: Whose life was one of brutality, violence, and murder.
Henry Frankenstein: Dangerous? Poor old Waldman. Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous? Where should we be if no-one tried to find out what lies beyond? Have your never wanted to look beyond the clouds and the stars, or to know what causes the trees to bud? And what changes the darkness into light? But if you talk like that, people call you crazy. Well, if I could discover just one of these things, what eternity is, for example, I wouldn't care if they did think I was crazy.