Maleva:
Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.

Larry Talbot:
Ah, quit handing me that. You're just wasting your time.

Maleva:
The wolf bit you, didn't it?

Larry Talbot:
Yeah. Yeah it did!

Sir John Talbot:
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.

Sir John Talbot:
All astronomers are amateurs. When it comes to the heavens, there's only one professional.

Maleva:
The way you walk was thorny through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over. Now you will find peace for eternity.

Maleva:
The way you walk was thorny through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.

Doctor Lloyd:
I believe a man lost in the mazes of his own mind may imagine that he's anything.

Sir John Talbot:
You policemen are always in such a hurry. As if dead men didn't have all eternity.

Larry Talbot:
It isn't a wolf... it's a werewolf!

Col. Paul Montford, chief constable:
Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall!

Larry Talbot:
You wouldn't wanna run away with a murderer wouldja?

Sir John Talbot:
You can't run away.

Larry Talbot:
That's it! That's what she said.

Sir John Talbot:
Who?

Larry Talbot:
The gypsy woman.

Sir John Talbot:
Gypsy woman? Now we're getting down to it. She's been filling your mind with this gibberish. This talk of werewolves and pentagrams. You're not a child Larry, you're a grown man and you believe in the superstitions of a Gypsy woman!

Maleva:
For a thousand years we Gypsies have buried our dead like that. I couldn't break the custom even if I wanted to.

Rev. Norman:
Fighting against superstition is as hard as fighting against Satan himself.