Nancy:
Gosh, I'm stiff from that long ride.

Travis Anderson:
I insist that you leave my castle immediately.

Max Parks:
Could you make just one exception?

Edith:
You met the owner of the house. What's he like?

Rick:
It's difficult to say, really. He was half-hidden behind a table.

Nancy:
Yeah, but he's dead, and I want to go on living.

Max Parks:
I'll double your salary.

Nancy:
My life's worth more than that.

Max Parks:
Triple it.

Nancy:
Okay, it's a deal.

Nancy:
I'm not just a dumb blonde, you know.

Annie:
Who says you're a blonde?

Max Parks:
Oh, now what's gotten into you? You mustn't hide those beautiful legs of yours.

Rick:
Just as I thought: The rope wasn't worn; it was cut. At this point, there's only one explanation: Deliberate murder.

Travis Anderson:
Mankind is made up of inferior creatures, spiritually and physically deformed, who would have corrupted the harmony of my perfect body.

Travis Anderson:
My perfect body... in the poisonous clutches of The Lover Of Death!

Rick:
What's this? What's that strange shadow near the frame of the door? That almost looks like a man's head.

Dermot:
Yes, it does. That's exactly what I thought, but it just can't be. Still, it does look like a man's head, with a hood on it.