Vincent PriceQuotes

Richard of Gloucester: Mistress Shore is dead... As Protector of the Realm, I can not tolerate treachery to the Crown... Mistress Shore has been executed for such treachery.

Queen: There was no more faithful woman in the castle.

Richard of Gloucester: I had always thought that myself your Majesty, but when she admitted her crime, I had no choice.

Richard's mother: I brought this curse upon this house when my womb concieved you... Better I should have died in my labor... and never unleashed your evil... upon this Earth.

Richard of Gloucester: You talk of evil... You, who gave me deformity in form of a twisted spine and a withered, arm. Who possesses the greater evil my mother? You who made me this way, or I who have to bare it!

Dervos: Oil is money. Money is politics. I work for money.

Waldo Trumbull: Allow me, Madam, in this moment of your most desolate bereavement to lift from your sorrow-laden shoulders the burdens and tasks of exequiem sepulcher.

Mrs. Phipps: [confused] What?

John F. Black, Esq.: [who has just awakened from a cataleptic trance in the mortuary basement] Mr. Trumbull... this man... what am I doing here?

Waldo Trumbull: [who has recovered from his shock] Well, you're here because you're dead, Mr. Black.

John F. Black, Esq.: The hell I am!

Waldo Trumbull: Oh yes, Mr. Black, quite dead. Everybody knows it... except apparently you.

John F. Black, Esq.: What jiggery-pockery is this?

Waldo Trumbull: Oh, not jiggery-pockery, Mr. Black. Hinchley and Trumbull, Funeral Parlor.

John F. Black, Esq.: [realizing what Trumbull means] You wouldn't dare!

Waldo Trumbull: Have we a choice, Mr. Black?

Waldo Trumbull: Get away from me!

Amaryllis Trumbull: Am I so repulsive?

Waldo Trumbull: That's the word, yes.

Amaryllis Trumbull: Couldn't you find it in your heart to love me, Waldo?

Waldo Trumbull: Get up, you're sitting on my money!

Amaryllis Trumbull: So you reject me?

Waldo Trumbull: As long as there's liquor in the house!

Felix Gillie: And what if I tell them the truth and say it was all your idea in the first place?

Waldo Trumbull: Mr. Gillie... Felix... friend... I put it to you, who in your discerning estimation are the police most likely to believe, hm? Mr. W. Trumble, respected local citizen and entrepreneur of death, or Mr. Felix Gillie... wanted fugitive and confessed bank robber?

Felix Gillie: [pause] I never confessed! They just proved it.

Felix Gillie: [he and Trumbull are sitting on the coffin, trying to keep it closed and referring to Mr. Black, who's inside the coffin] For a man in his condition, he has a lot of energy!

Waldo Trumbull: The stubborn old crackpot! I could have sworn that he was dead!

Felix Gillie: It's about time!

Waldo Trumbull: I've never had such an uncooperative customer in my life!

John F. Black, Esq.: [fighting to get out of the coffin into which Trumbull and Gillie have put him and which they are fighting to keep closed] Let me out of here!

Waldo Trumbull: We most certainly will NOT let you out of here, sir!

John F. Black, Esq.: Confound you, sir!

Waldo Trumbull: Confound you too, sir! Will you KINDLY have the goodness to die?

John F. Black, Esq.: NEVER!

Amaryllis Trumbull: If my father chose to spend his hard-earned money in the collection of curious objects...

Waldo Trumbull: [interrupting] He did more than collect curious objects, madam, he also fathered one!

John F. Black, Esq.: [as he's dying again] Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more...

Waldo Trumbull: I'll believe that when I see it.

Waldo Trumbull: To... uh... paraphrase the venerable adage: we shall kill two birds, with one... pillow.

Dr. Warren Chapin: I came because I was a bit worried about your wife, a shock like that can have bad after effects you know.

Ollie Higgins: You know I've been worried about her too, she hasn't eaten hardly a thing and she can't sleep. Ever since she saw that blood, she just roams around the theater all night.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Either you give Lucy half of all the money you have and leave her alone, or you commit suicide right now.

Isabel Stevens Chapin: Suicide? You mean murder.

Dr. Warren Chapin: When I finish rearranging things, it'll look like suicide.

Isabel Stevens Chapin: I had nothing to do with my father's death, and you can't prove that I did.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Would you like me to prove it isn't nonsense?

Isabel Stevens Chapin: You can't prove it. Anyway there isn't anything to prove.

Dr. Warren Chapin: But you wouldn't like me to try. And you should remember this, organic poisons are like old soldiers, they never die, they just lie smoldering in the grave, and I'm not bad at autopsies either.

Ollie Higgins: You gave me the idea, doc.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Just because poisons exist, is no reason to use them.

Isabel Stevens Chapin: I'm tired, I think I'll go to bed.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Stay up a bit, who knows? The next time you go to sleep it might be forever.

Isabel Stevens Chapin: The only way Dave Morris will marry my sister is over my dead body.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Unconventional but not impossible.

Ollie Higgins: It isn't as though I'd taken out a pistol and shot her or taken a knife and stabbed her, is it doc?

Dr. Warren Chapin: If you kill anybody deliberately, it's murder. No matter how you do it.

Isabel Stevens Chapin: There's a word for you.

Dr. Warren Chapin: There are several for you.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Ladies and gentlemen, just a word of warning. If any of you are not convinced that you have a tingler of your own, the next time you're frightened in the dark... don't scream.

Dr. Warren Chapin: Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic! But SCREAM! Scream for your lives!

Dr. Warren Chapin: The tingler exists in every human being, we now know. Look at that tingler, Dave. It's an ugly and dangerous thing-ugly because it's the creation of man's fear; dangerous because... because a frightened man is dangerous.

Francois Delambre: Put him in the cabinet quickly.

Francois Delambre: Here passes from this earth Helene Delambre, widow of my brother, Andre, whom I loved deeply, hopelessly. She was destroyed in the end by dreadful memories, a recollection of horrors that did not dim as the years went on, but instead grew monstrously, and left her mind shocked and unsteady, so that death, when it came, was a blessed release.

Verden Fell: [reading at Ligeia's funeral] Man need not kneel before the angels, not lie in death forever, save through the weakness of his feeble will." Her words.

Minister at Graveside: Blasphemy!

Verden Fell: [closing book] Benediction.

Verden Fell: The eyes, they confound me. There's a blankness, a mindless sort of malice in some Egyptian. They do not readily yield up the mystery.

Verden Fell: Christopher, not ten minutes ago I... I tried to kill a stray cat with a cabbage, and all but made love to the Lady Rowena. I succeeded is squashing the cabbage and badly frightening the lady. If only I could lay open my own brain as easily as I did that vegetable, what rot would be freed from its grey leaves?

Elaine Jordan: You've got a headache. I can tell from your eyes.

Dr. Richard Cross: Yes, it's bursting.

Lt. Paul Stewart: Well, if you give Janet this insulin, how certain can you be it'll help her?

Dr. Richard Cross: I'm neither a miracle man nor a prophet, Lieutenant. If medicine were an exact science, not an art, I might be able to tell you.

Lt. Paul Stewart: Doctor, the important thing is - what can you do for her?

Dr. Richard Cross: It's hard for a doctor to make promises. We can only do our best.

Herbert Flay: But you're dead. You're dead!

Paul Toombes: Why did you do it, my friend? You killed Ellen... and all of the others, too. You wanted everybody to think that it was me. Why, Herbert? Why did you want to destroy me? You love Dr. Death.

Oliver Quayle: I don't make that cheap crap any more. I'm in television now.

Paul Toombes: Television? I thought that was a family medium.

Paul Toombes: Now I must play the final scene, the death of Dr Death!

Paul Toombes: Everybody thinks I'm dead, including myself.

Paul Toombes: Miss Peters, as they say in horror movies, you will come to a bad end.

John Fleming: Doctor.

Dr. Malcolm Wells: Yes, John?

John Fleming: What would you do for half a million dollars?

Dr. Malcolm Wells: Anything short of murder.

John Fleming: Why not murder?

Dr. Malcolm Wells: Too messy.

John Fleming: Too great a risk?

Dr. Malcolm Wells: For half a million, yes.

John Fleming: I pinched a million from the bank.

Dr. Malcolm Wells: I'll feel better after I've examined the bat's brain under a microscope.

Matthew Hopkins: By the way, you know what they call me now?

John Stearne: What?

Matthew Hopkins: Witchfinder General.

John Stearne: [about Richard Marshall] He's after our blood!

Matthew Hopkins: You're forgetting our powers... he could be a witch.

Matthew Hopkins: [[Edgar Allan Poe; [w:The Conqueror Worm|The Conqueror Worm] * from ]'s ]; included in the U.S. release

Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] Out-out are the lights-out all!/And over each quivering form/The curtain, a funeral pall,/Comes down with the rush of a storm,/While the angels, all pallid and wan,/Uprising, unveiling, affirm/That the play is the tragedy, Man,'/And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

Matthew Hopkins: [a tied-up woman Hopkins has thrown into the moat to test for witchcraft drowns] She was innocent.

Matthew Hopkins: [Hopkins and his men throw three securely-bound people into the moat as a witchcraft test] They swim... the mark of Satan is upon them. They must hang.

Matthew Hopkins: I will find out the truth for you, have no fear.

Matthew Hopkins: Men sometimes have strange motives for the things they do.

Matthew Hopkins: [[Edgar Allan Poe; [w:The Conqueror Worm|The Conqueror Worm] * from ]'s ]; included in the U.S. release

Matthew Hopkins: [voiceover] Lo! Tis a gala night/Within the lonesome latter years./An angel throng, bewinged, bedight/In veils, and drowned in tears,/Sit in a theatre to see/A play of hopes and fears,/While the orchestra breathes fitfully/The music of the spheres.

Philip Winthrop: Is there no end to your horrors?

Roderick Usher: No. None whatever.

Roderick Usher: [shouting] Be done.

Philip Winthrop: What?

Roderick Usher: I think I rave.

Philip Winthrop: You said be done.

Philip Winthrop: You have murdered your sister, Mr. Usher, and I intend to see that you hang for it.

Roderick Usher: Arrange it quickly then. The old house crumbles.

Philip Winthrop: Would you permit me to light a candle so that...?

Roderick Usher: I think you had better leave, Mr. Winthrop.

Philip Winthrop: I think you need some light in this house, Mr. Usher.

Philip Winthrop: While I was riding here I noticed a singular lack of vegetation, is there something wrong with the soil?

Roderick Usher: The soil?

Madeline Usher: Roderick please!

Roderick Usher: [looking at Madeline] As you wish.

Philip Winthrop: [as the house starts to rumble] Don't you think that crack in the wall should be repaired?

Roderick Usher: For future generations of Ushers?

Philip Winthrop: For Madeline's safety.

Roderick Usher: Madeline and I are like figures of fine glass. The slightest touch and we may shatter. Both of us suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses. Mine is the worst for having existed the longer, but both of us are afflicted with it. Any sort of food more exotic then the most pallid mash is unendurable to my taste buds. Any sort of garment other then the softest, is agony to my flesh. My eyes are tormented by all but the faintest illumination. Odors assail me constantly, and as I've said, sounds of any degree whatsoever inspire me with terror.

Philip Winthrop: That's why your servant asked me to remove my boots?

Roderick Usher: [lowers his voice to a whisper] Yes... and even so I could hear you coming: every footstep, every rustle of your clothes. I could hear your horse approaching, hear the clatter of his hooves across the courtyard, your knock - the grating of the door bolt was like a sword-stroke to my ears... I can hear the scratch of rat claws within the stone wall!

Roderick Usher: Did you know that I could hear the scratching of her fingernails on the casket lid?

Roderick Usher: See to the crypt, will you?

Roderick Usher: I suggest you leave, Mr. Winthrop. No? Then perish with us.

Roderick Usher: Mr. Winthrop, three-quarters of my family have fallen into madness, and in their madness have acquired a, a superhuman strength... so that it took the power of many to subdue them.

Peregrine Devlin: You did kill Larding and the others, didn't you?

Edward Lionheart: How many actors have you destroyed as you destroyed me? How many talented lives have you cut down with your glib attacks? What do you know of the blood, sweat and toil of a theatrical production? Of the dedication of the men and the women in the noblest profession of them all? How could you know, you talentless fools who spew vitriol on the creative efforts of others because because you lack the ability to create yourselves! No, Devlin, no! I did not kill Larding and the others. PUNISHED them, my dear boy, punished them. Just as you shall have to be punished.

Peregrine Devlin: Well, get it over with then, just so you don't have to make me listen to that demented rubbish of yours. Go on, kill me then!

Peregrine Devlin: Nothing you can do will sway me from my original judgement.

Edward Lionheart: Your judgement was ill-considered and irresponsible.

Peregrine Devlin: It was neither. We gave the award to William Woodstock as your performances lacked originality.

Edward Lionheart: Lacked originality? My Julius Caesar, cut down by a drunken mob in an abandoned warehouse? My Titus Andronicus: This Is Your Dish, Meredith Merridew? My Othello, one of the greatest performances in the history of the theatre?

Peregrine Devlin: Lionheart!

Edward Lionheart: Alive and triumphant. And you thought me slain? Lionheart is immortal! He can never be destroyed, never!

George Maxwell: You... It's you! But you're dead!

Edward Lionheart: No. Another critical miscalculation on you part. I am well. It is you who are dead.

Edward Lionheart: Will you ever again ruin the reputation of an honest man?

Meredith Merridew: No.

Edward Lionheart: Have you learned your lesson?

Meredith Merridew: Yes.

Edward Lionheart: Can I be sure you will never again offend me?

Meredith Merridew: Yes.

Edward Lionheart: [quoting Romeo and Juliet] You're right. I can be sure. "Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Peregrine Devlin: Lionheart! What the hell do you want here?

Edward Lionheart: [picking up the best actor award] This. My just reward. The whole world knows it is mine by right. But you deliberately withheld it from me. You deliberately humiliated me before the press, my public and my peers. It was the culmination of your determined denial of my genius!

Peregrine Devlin: We've denied you nothing....

Edward Lionheart: For thirty years, the public has acknowledged that I was the master. And that this year, my season of Shakespeare was the shining jewel in the crown of the immortal Bard.

Meredith Merridew: [sotto voce, to Chloe Moon] Quite insane!

Chloe Moon: [sotto voce, to Trevor Dickman] He must be drunk.

Edward Lionheart: But you, with your overweening malice, give the award to a twitching, mumbling boy who can barely grunt his way through an incomprehensible performance! No. No. It is mine!

Edward Lionheart: I always admired you as a critic, Snipe. Your clever use of analogy and metaphor, plus you always strived to be complimentary. But not always complimentary.

Hector Snipe: Critics make mistakes, Lionheart. We're only human.

Edward Lionheart: An opinion I find myself incapable of sharing.

Edward Lionheart: So my performance of Richard III cast such a spell upon the audience that it put this reviewer into a "deep sleep from which he awoke much refreshed and relieved by the knowledge that he had been spared the ordeal of attending to the aging matinee idol's ranting and posturing." Well, we shall see if we cannot spur you to more rapt attention with today's performance. "Dive, thoughts, down to my soul. Here Clarence comes.

Edward Lionheart: [reads; pause] Now, let us see what that stupid cretin Mr. Meredith Merridew had to say about my Titus Andronicus. "Mr. Lionheart's rendering of the role can only be described as villainous. Laid between the delicately underplayed performances of Miss Lillywhite as Lavinia and Miss Mole as Tamora, one is irresistibly reminded of a ham sandwich." My reputation.

Eramus: Can we truly call this a monster club if we do not boast amongst our membership a single member of the human race?

The Great Rinaldi: [about Ormond; indicating Gallico's furnace] You had every reason to hate him. What did you do with him, Gallico? How did you get rid of it? Was this thing already built and hidden away, waiting for a job like that?

Don Gallico: Ormond was seen alive two weeks ago, The Prentisses identified him.

The Great Rinaldi: That didn't have to be him.

Don Gallico: Who else could it have been?

The Great Rinaldi: It could have been you, Gallico. From what Ormond told me you are a clever man, developed a wonderful new makeup, something new in the theater. Something that might be used offstage too. Only a man who dreams up illusions would think of such a thing, and only people of the theater would know it was possible.

Helen Manson: Geoffrey!

Geoffrey Radcliffe: Helen, darling!

Willie Spears: Where are you? Where are you?

Geoffrey Radcliffe: Here beside you!

Willie Spears: But, but I can't see you!

Geoffrey Radcliffe: Of course you can't, I'm a ghost.

Willie Spears: [Gasps] Ghost!

Willie Spears: What kinda ghosts sneeze?

Geoffrey Radcliffe: It's cold in the other world, so cold!

Philippe Delambre: Why did he die?

Francois Delambre: Well, Philippe, he died because of his work. He was like an explorer in a wild country, where no one had ever been before. He was searching for the truth. He almost found a great truth, but for one instant he was careless.

Helene Delambre: André wants to show you something.

François Delambre: In the lab? Well, what is it? Flat screen?

Helene Delambre: It's better. No more questions. Come on.

Francois Delambre: You've committed murder just as much as Helene did. You killed a fly with a human head. She killed a human with a fly head.

Francois Delambre: No, Helene and Andre believed in the sacredness of life. They wouldn't harm anything... not even a fly.

Francois Delambre: [[truth; [world; [dangerous] The search for the ] is the most important work in the whole ] — and the most ].

Shelby Carpenter: I don't know a lot about anything, but I know a little about practically everything.

Shelby Carpenter: I can afford a blemish on my character but not on my clothes.

Baka: Will you lose a throne because Moses builds a city?

Baka: We use the old ones for greasing the stones. If they are killed it is no loss.

Moses: Are you a master builder or a master butcher?

Baka: If we stop moving stones for every grease woman who falls, the city will not rise.

Overseer: If the slaves are not driven they will not work.

Joshua: If their work lags it is because they are not fed.

Moses: You look strong enough.

Joshua: I am a stone cutter. The pharaoh likes his images cut deep.

Lady de Winter: But, your grace, how can you trust me with such a confidence? What if I refuse to go to England?

Richelieu: Can there be anybody more trustworthy, Milady, than an ambitious woman of fashion... with a history?

Richelieu: It takes a good man to prevent a catastrophe, Milady, and a great man to make use of one.

Frederick Loren: Do you remember the fun we had when you poisoned me?

Annabelle Loren: [laughs] Something you ate, the doctor said.

Frederick Loren: [grabs Annabelle] Yes, arsenic on the rocks... Annabelle, you'd do it again if you thought you'd get away with it, wouldn't you?