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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.