Isaiah Schmidt:
If thine eye offends thee, pluck it out. If thine own hand offends thee, then in God's name, cut it off!

Vicky Anderson:
If I owned a piece of property like this and I kicked the bucket, my parents would start building condos on it on the way home from the funeral!

Martha Schmidt:
You want me to run just because you can't find a killer?

Vicky Anderson:
What's an incubus?

Martha Schmidt:
It's some kind of demon that stalks the faithful in their sleep, or just comes and takes you like a beast!

Lana Marcus:
Oh God!

William Gluntz:
INCUBUS! INCUBUS!

Fat Boy:
Father Isaiah said this place was with the incubus! If he knew...

Vicky Anderson:
So who are these Hittites anyway, Amish, or what?

Lana Marcus:
No connection. According to Martha, the Hittites make the Amish look like swingers!

John Schmidt:
What is a time warp?

Vicky Anderson:
That's when someone from the twentieth century wakes up, one morning, back in the eighteenth century!

Vicky Anderson:
I feel like I've been in a time warp. There's no jets, planes, telephone polls, or power lines.

John Schmidt:
What's a warp?

Vicky Anderson:
That's when someone from the twentieth century wakes up one morning back in the eighteenth century.

Martha Schmidt:
Touch me there again and I'll scream!

Louisa Stohler:
I hope its a girl! Boys ain't nothin but trouble!

Lana Marcus:
Hey, hows the champ?

Martha Schmidt:
I'm fine! Vickys done everything but inject me with chicken soup!

Louisa Stohler:
Men around here's hopeless!

Faith Stohler:
I'm Faith. F-A-I-T-H, like in believe.

Louisa Stohler:
I don't suppose the sheriff's been much good.

Lana Marcus:
No, as a matter of fact all he does is tell us to get out.

Louisa Stohler:
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a Hittite himself.

Sheriff:
I'll be damned if these guys don't eat brimstones for breakfast!

Melissa:
Thou tell me thy name, the date, and thy hour of coming out! I command thee!

Jim Schmidt:
Already we're history!

Martha Schmidt:
His people? His people turned their backs on him! YOU ordered it!

Narrator:
In the rolling hills of a sinful farm community, untouched by time, a gruesome secret has been protected for generations.

Narrator:
The beast that thou sawest was, and is not; and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition: and they that dwell on the earth shall wonder.