Frederick Loren: What husband hasn't wanted to kill his wife at some time during their marriage?
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no-one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Annabelle Loren: My husband is sometimes insane with jealousy. Nothing matters to him.
Lance Schroeder: Would he hurt you?
Annabelle Loren: He would kill me if he could.
Frederick Loren: This is Nora Manning, I picked her from the thousands of people who work for me because she needed the ten thousand more than most. She supports her whole family. Isn't she pretty?
Watson Pritchard: Throw these guns away, they won't be any good.
Dr. David Trent: I agree with Pritchard, although not for the same reason.
Watson Pritchard: Only the ghosts in this house are glad we're here.
Frederick Loren: Wasn't there a man who threw his wife into a wine vat or something?
Watson Pritchard: That was in the cellar. There's been a murder almost everywhere in this house.
Frederick Loren: Mr. Pritchard here promises us genuine ghosts.
Watson Pritchard: Seven now. Maybe more before morning.
Annabelle Loren: You're in danger here - we all are.
Nora Manning: From who?
Annabelle Loren: I hope for your sake you never find out.
Watson Pritchard: Four men have been murdered in this house, and three women.
Dr. David Trent: You certainly plan your parties very well, Mr. Loren, four of us are men, three are women, there's a ghost for everybody.
Frederick Loren: It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder that I was playing, too.
Lance Schroeder: If I were gonna haunt somebody, this would certainly be the house I'd do it in.
Annabelle Loren: Dr. Trent, don't you approve of our little party favors?
Dr. David Trent: Suppose Nora had a gun when she was alone in the cellar with the blind woman?
Ruth: Oh, I don't think anyone else is going to walk around in total darkness.
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Dr. David Trent: Who knows? Fear can make people do amazing things.
Frederick Loren: Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you, love.
Annabelle Loren: Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you.
Frederick Loren: It was my wife's idea to have our guests come in funeral cars. Her sense of humor is, shall we say, original? She's so amusing. I dreamed up the hearse, it's empty now but after a night in the house on Haunted Hill, who knows?
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Frederick Loren: This is Lance Schroeder, a test pilot. He's no doubt a brave man, but don't you think you can be much braver if you're paid for it? And I happen to know that Lance needs the ten thousand I'm giving, if he's brave enough to stay all night.
Frederick Loren: Would you adore me as much if I were poor? No, all you want to be is a lovely widow.
Frederick Loren: It's almost time to lock up the house and then your party will really begin. I wonder how it will end.
Annabelle Loren: And you call this a party?
Frederick Loren: Could be.
