Dr. Pretorius: The Bride of Frankenstein.
[repeated line] The Monster: Friend, friend.
The Monster: [about the Bride] She hates me.
Karl: Whataya say, pal, let's give ourselves up and let 'em hang us. This is no life for murderers.
Karl: The kites! The kites! Get 'em ready! He wants the kites!
The Monster: [realizes Dr. Pretorius isn't working] WOOORK!
Dr. Pretorius: [speaking of his Devil creation] He bears a strong resemblance to me, don't you think? Or do I flatter myself?
The Monster: [Speaking to Frankenstein and Elizabeth] Go you live [turning to Dr.Pretorius] The Monster: You stay we belong dead.
Minnie: Fine I wash me hands of it let you all be murdered in your beds.
Dr. Frankenstein: [after seeing Pretorius' creations] But this isn't science. It's more like black magic. Dr. Pretorius: You think I'm mad. Perhaps I am. But listen, Henry Frankenstein. While you were digging in your graves, piecing together dead tis...
Lord Byron: Well, whatever your purpose may have been, my dear, I take great relish in savoring each separate horror. I roll them over on my tongue.
