The Wolf Man

Maleva:
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.

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

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

Frank Andrews:
[to Gwen about Larry] There's something very tragic about that man... and I'm sure that nothing but harm will come to you through him.

Col. Montford:
[showing Larry's stick to him] Is this your walking stick?

Larry:
Why, yes. That's the stick I killed the wolf with.

[Sir John Talbot and Col. Montford look at Larry with great concern]

Sir John:
Larry, Bela the gypsy was killed last night. Your walking stick was found next to the body.

Larry:
You mean, Bela the fortune teller? But... I only saw a wolf.

Maleva:
You killed the wolf.

Larry:
Well, there's no crime in that is there?

Maleva:
The wolf was Bela.

Larry:
You think I don't know the difference between a wolf and a man?

Maleva:
Bela turned into a wolf and you killed him. A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife... [looks down at Larry's walking stick] ...or a stick with a silver handle.

Larry:
You're insane! I tell you, I killed a wolf! A PLAIN, ORDINARY WOLF!

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

Larry:
Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time.

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

Larry:
Yeah. Yeah he did!

Larry:
Don't try to make me believe that I killed a man when I know that I killed a wolf!

Doctor Lloyd:
Yes, yes. We're all a little bit confused.

Sir John:
Yes, that's the sign of the werewolf.

Larry:
That's just a legend though, isn't it?

Sir John:
Yes, but like most legends, it must have some basis in fact. It's probably an ancient explanation of the dual personality in each of us. How does it go? "Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and Autumn moon is bright."

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

Gwen:
Oh Larry, you're not. You know you're not.

Larry:
I killed Bela. I killed Richardson. If I stay here any longer, you can't tell who'll be next.

Sir John:
You can't run away.

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

Sir John:
Who?

Larry:
The gypsy woman.

Sir John:
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.

Maleva:
You are not frightened, are you, Sir John?

Sir John:
Frightened, of what?

Maleva:
Of the night.

Sir John:
Rubbish. You startled me.

Maleva:
Don't be startled, Sir John. You have the silver cane for protection.

Sir John:
Who are you?

Maleva:
Hasn't your son told you?

Sir John:
You're the gypsy that's been filling his mind with this werewolf nonsense!

Col. Montford:
[after shooting at the Wolf Man] I could've sworn I hit him dead on.

Frank:
And I to.

Doctor Lloyd:
[Grins] Have you forgotten it takes a silver bullet to kill a werewolf?

Maleva:
The way you walked 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.

Col. Montford:
The wolf must have attacked her and Larry came to the rescue. I'm sorry Sir John.

Gwen:
[Crying] Larry!

Night monster with the blood lust of a savage beast!

His hideous howl a dirge of death!