From Hell

Sir William Gull:
So, Inspector Abberline, how long have you been "chasing the dragon?"

Sir William Gull:
One day, men will look back and say that I gave birth to the Twentieth Century.

Abberline:
You're not going to see the Twentieth Century.

Peter Godley:
"From Hell". Well at least they got the address right.

Mary Kelly:
What? You think I was paying you back? I didn't mean it as business. I'm still a woman, they haven't taken that away from me, not yet anyways!

Sir William Gull:
One day men will look back and say that I gave birth to the twentieth century.

Abberline:
Why?

Constable Withers:
Are you questioning my decision?

Abberline:
No sir, I just simply want to know why.

Sgt. Peter Godley:
Right, once more into the breach, gentlemen!

Sgt. Peter Godley:
Dismissed.

Peter Godley:
They used to burn men like you, alive.

Masonic Governor:
You stand before your peers, masons and doctors both.

Sir William Gull:
I have no peers present here.

Masonic Governor:
What?

Sir William Gull:
No man amongst you is fit to judge... the mighty art that I have wrought. Your rituals are empty oaths you neither understand nor live by. The Great Architect speaks to me. He is the balance where my deeds are weighed and judged... not you.

Peter Godley:
There's your typical londoner, imbued with christsian sympathy for his fellow man, or fellow whore in this case.

Mary Kelly:
England dosn't have whores, just a grate mass of really unlucky women.

Peter Godley:
You do not f*** with the special branch, the special branch f***s with you.

Constable Withers:
You could be dead... RIGHT NOW.

Sir Charles Warren:
Inspector Abberline posseses a sort of Intellegence, a chap sort of intellegence, but effective non the less.

Peter Godley:
Goodnight, sweet prince.

Jack the Ripper:
We're in the darkest region of the human brain, a radiant abyss where men go to find themselfes, we're in hell.