Dr. Anton Phibes: Where can we find two better hemispheres, without sharp north, without declining west? My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, and true plain hearts do in thee faces rest. Within twenty-four hours, my work will be finished, and then, my precious jewel, I will join you in your setting. We shall be reunited forever in a secluded corner of the great elysian field of the beautiful beyond.
Lord Edward Whitman: H is for heretic.
Lord Edward Whitman: Oona. Of course. Once I showed her mercy. I should have killed her... Burke. I don't care how you do it - bring Oona to me.
Johanna Van Ryn: What can you possibly do up there?
Nicholas Van Ryn: Possibly? Anything from pinning butterflies to hiding an insane twin brother. Actually, I read. I hope that my explanation satisfies you?
Johanna Van Ryn: You can't imagine what it's like to be sick in this miserable, drab house.
Nicholas Van Ryn: I can't imagine that Dragonwyck could be either miserable or drab except to those who reflect misery or drabness within themselves.
Nicholas Van Ryn: You mentioned my age several times now, sir. Does it affect your confidence in me? Alexander the Great, when he was younger than I, had conquered most of the world.
Ephraim Wells: Maybe if he had been older, he'd have conquered all of it, or maybe he'd have had the sense not to try in the first place.
Simon Orne: Joseph, have you not gorged yourself enough on revenge?
Charles Dexter Ward: You do not know the extent of my appetite, Simon. I'll not have my fill of revenge until this village is a graveyard. Until they have felt, as I did, the kiss of fire on their soft bare flesh. All of them. Have patience my friends. Surely, after all these years, I'm entitled to a few small amusements.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Everything I ever loved has been taken away from me, but not you, my Marie Antoinette, for I will give you eternal life.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have Joan of Arc - a favorite subject of mine.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Once in his lifetime, every artist feels the hand of God, and creates something that comes alive.
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.
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: I am Frederick Loren, and I have rented the house on Haunted Hill tonight so that my wife can give a party. She's so amusing. There'll be food and drink and ghosts, and perhaps even a few murders. You're all invited. If any of you will spend the next twelve hours in this house, I will give you each ten thousand dollars, or your next of kin in case you don't survive. Ah, but here come our other guests.
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