Others

Nicholas:
I'm scared.

Anne:
Well, you shouldn't have come then.

Nicholas:
Say something.

Anne:
What shall I say?

Nicholas:
Anything.

Anne:
My name is Anne, and I'm walking. I'm walking and my name is Anne...

Mrs. Mills:
Sometimes the world of the living gets mixed up with the world of the dead.

Anne:
I don't believe that the Holy Spirit is a dove.

Nicholas:
I don't believe that either.

Anne:
Doves are anything but holy.

Nicholas:
They poo on the window.

Grace:
Where's my daughter? What have you done with my daughter?

Anne:
Are you mad? I am your daughter.

Mrs. Mills:
Sooner or later, they will find you.

Grace:
You told your brother there was someone else in the room.

Anne:
There was.

Grace:
That'll do Anne.

Grace:
I just feel more and more cut off from the world.

Grace:
This house is ours, this house is ours.

Anne:
They're everywhere - they say this house is theirs.

Grace:
So you say you know this house well?

Mrs. Mills:
Like the back of my hand, that is assuming the walls haven't sprouted legs and moved in the meantime.

Grace:
The only thing that moves here is the light, but it changes everything.

Mrs. Mills:
Death of a loved one can lead people to do the strangest things.

Anne:
Cowardy Cowardy Custard.

Anne:
Nicholas don't speak to them.

Nicholas:
Why?

Anne:
They're dead.

Nicholas:
WHAT.

Anne:
They're ghosts. Come over here.

Nicholas:
But you said "Ghosts wear sheets and carry chains.

Anne:
I don't care what I said. Get away from them.

Nicholas:
You're always teasing me, and telling lies. I'm sick of it.

Anne:
Nicholas I'm telling the truth. COME HERE.

Grace:
Whoever took the curtains wants to kill my children.

Mrs. Mills:
Now, why do you think the daylight would kill them?

Grace:
Are you mad? I already told you my children are photosensitive. THE LIGHT WILL KILL THEM.

Mrs. Mills:
Yes, but that was before. The condition could of cleared up.

Grace:
Charles. You look so different.

Charles:
Sometimes I bleed.

Charles:
I just came home to say goodbye to my wife and children.

Grace:
Where are you going?

Charles:
To the front.

Grace:
I thought the war was over.

Charles:
The war is not over.

Grace:
You're not going. You left us once already. YOU CAN'T GO. Why did you go and fight that stupid war that had NOTHING TO DO WITH US. Why didn't you stay like the others did ?

Charles:
The others surrendered.

Grace:
We are all surrendered what did you expect? What were you trying to prove by going to war? Your place was here with your family. I loved you, but that wasn't enough was it? Your want to leave not because of the war, you want to leave me, remember when told me "I know place where no one can bother our children when they are playing"

Grace:
My husband went to war and did not come back. Who will do the cooking?

Mrs. Mills:
I'm sorry, miss.

Grace:
Who will do the cooking?

Grace:
LEAVE US IN PEACE.

Grace:
At first I couldn't understand what the pillows where doing in my hands and why you didn't move, but then I knew, it had happened, I killed my children. I got the rifle, I put it to my forehead and I pulled the trigger, nothing, and I heard your laughter in the bedroom, you were playing with the pillows as if nothing had happened, and I thought the Lord and his great mercy was giving me an other chance, tell them, don't give up, be strong, be a good mother but now, but now what does this all mean? Where are we?

Anne:
WE'RE NOT DEAD!

Nicholas:
We're not dead!

Grace:
No-one can make us leave this house.

Mr. Marlish:
Come along, Victor.