Rosemary Woodhouse: Unspeakable... unspeakable.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Awful things happen in every apartment house.
Dr. Abe Sapirstein: Come with us quietly, Rosemary. Don't argue or make a scene. Because if you say anything more about witches or witchcraft, we're gonna be forced to take you to a mental hospital. You don't want that, do you?
Minnie Castevet: Now! That's what I call the long arm of coincidence.
Mrs. Gilmore: We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly there isn't.
Joan Jellico, Rosemary's Girlfriend: You dirty stinking secret keeper.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Witches... All of them witches.
Roman Castevet: To 1966! The year One.
Rosemary Woodhouse: You're lying. It didn't die. You took it. You're lying. You witches! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying.
Edward "Hutch" Hutchins: I see you had another suicide up there at, uh, Happy House.
Minnie Castevet: Anyone! Anyone! It didn't have to be a no-good slut straight from the gutter. Just as long as she is young, healthy and not a virgin.
Minnie Castevet: Oh, are you pregnant?
Grace Cardiff: He told me to make sure and tell you: the name is an anagram.
Rosemary Woodhouse: They use blood in their rituals, and the blood with the most power is baby's blood.