Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Have all the preperations been made for the transference? Inga: Yes, doctor. Igor: Are you sure you want to go through with this? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: It's the only thing that can save him now. Igor: You realize you...
[as monster runs out the door] The Blindman: Wait. Where are you going? I was going to make Espresso.
Inga: You haven't even touched your food. [Frederick explodes and slaps on his food] Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: There. Now I've touched it. Happy?
Inga: Put... ze candle... *beck*!
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Well it seems as if our mysterious violinist has disa... [sees something] Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: puh. Inga: Disa what? Igor: -ppeared. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Shh.
Elizabeth: [singing, while having sex with the monster] Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you! At last, I know the secret of it all!
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: With such a specimen for a body, all we need now is an equally magnificant brain. You know what to do? Igor: I have a pretty good idea. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [pointing to Igor's hump] Good man. Didn't you, didn't you...
[last lines] Inga: You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. In the transference, the monster got part of your wonderful brain. But what did you ever get from him? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [growls suggestively] Inga: [gasping] Oh m...
Igor: [Peek back out from the castle's door] Blucher! [Horses Whining]
[Dr. Frankenstein leans in for a kiss] Elizabeth: Taffeta, darling. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Taffeta, sweetheart. Elizabeth: [pulling away] No, the dress is taffeta. It wrinkles so easily.
Elizabeth: How do you do? Elizabeth: [turns in Igor's direction to speak, changes her mind, then looks back to Inga] How do you do? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Uh, this is my financier, Elizabeth. Inga: Oh, I'm so happy to meet you at last! Dr. Frede...
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: For what we are about to see next, we must enter quietly into the realm of genius.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: What is this place? Igor: Music room? [plucks violin string]
Igor: Sed-a... Inga: Sed-a... Igor: Dirty word! He said a dirty word!
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Gone! Gone! We've got to find him, you understand? We've got to find him before he kills someone! What have I done? Oh God in Heaven! What have I done?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Please! Remain in your seats, I beg you! We are not children here, we are scientists! I assure you there is nothing to fear!
Inga: Hold on to your hat! I'll be right back. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [literally holds onto his hat] I'm holding onto it, Darling! Inga: Just a few more seconds.
Inspector Kemp: A riot is an ungly thing... undt, I tink, that it is chust about time ve had vun.
