The Beast Must Die

Tom Newcliffe:
One of our guests is a werewolf, I know it.

Pavel:
All this expense. Why? Protection? Against whom?

Tom Newcliffe:
I have many enemies. What big man doesn't? In this world, you're either the hunted, or the hunter.

Pavel:
And... You... Are the hunter?

Tom Newcliffe:
Always.

Paul Foote:
It's called Agro Art. You cover a canvas in paint, and release your artistic side by beating it with varying kinds of whips.

Arthur Bennington:
I'm a landscape man, myself.

Arthur Bennington:
I've always loathed parlor games. What am I supposed to do? [Angrily takes candlestick, which has no negative effect] There. Satisfied?

Dr. Christopher Lundgren:
Your King is in check

Arthur Bennington:
But not mate. The game's hardly begun yet.

Arthur Bennington:
I don't have to take that kind of abuse from you.

Tom Newcliffe:
You just did.

Pavel:
She looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth

Tom Newcliffe:
Maybe... She prefers MEAT

Tom Newcliffe:
He's been looking for a werewolf all his life, haven't you, Doctor?

Dr. Christopher Lundgren:
But never have I actually caught one.

Paul Foote:
If this was dinner... I can't wait for the cabaret.

Jan Jarmokowski:
[Holding silver candlestick] Why don't we pass this around? If one of us does drop dead, we can continue our weekend in peace.

Caroline Newcliffe:
I'm terribly sorry about Tom

Arthur Bennington:
There's a man I know on Harley Street. I think Tom should pay him a visit.

Arthur Bennington:
You know, if I had my way, we'd be reading about that candlestick in tomorrow's newspaper. "Millionaire hunter done to death by a blunt instrument!"