The Ghoul

Nigel Hartley:
I happened to be staying in the neighborhood, and hearing of your master's illness I took the liberty of calling. How is he tonight?

Laing:
He'll never see the morning.

Nigel Hartley:
He has not asked for anyone of my cloth?

Laing:
Nor will he. He's set in his ways, and they are the ways of the heathen.

Nigel Hartley:
I know he won't see the rector, but though I'm a comparative stranger, I don't like to leave a man to die like that.

Laing:
He'll die in his own fashion as he has lived.

Nigel Hartley:
Still, sometimes at the end...

Laing:
Not him! He's stubborn and unbending and will be so at the throne itself!

Prof. Morlant:
You're afraid of me!

Laing:
[Shakes his head] I'm afraid FOR you.

Prof. Morlant:
[Referring to the jewel] If this should leave me, you'll have reason to fear... for when the full moon strikes the door of my tomb, I will come back. You hear? I will come back to kill!

Doctor:
[referring to Morlant] What was the idea of bandaging his hand like that?

Laing:
I cannot say. He had many a queer fancy.

Broughton:
Almost his last words were a threat to return from the dead. In my opinion, he was mad!

Broughton:
We all know that dead men don't come back.

Nigel Hartley:
I'm sorry there should be this sort of atmosphere. After all, we're only ships that pass in the night.

Broughton:
Hmmm. Do you want a drink, or will you pass now?

Aga Ben Dragore:
[as the romantic Kaney is making tea for the household] Six cups? That's just... just four too many. [Grabbing her hand] Eh?

Kaney:
Tell me about Egypt. Have you ever seen a shiek?

Aga Ben Dragore:
[Imperiously folding his arms a la Valentino] I am one!

Kaney:
[Shocked] What?

Broughton:
I advise you to be very careful, Laing.

Laing:
I've a careful nature.

Broughton:
You may be putting yourself perilously near dishonesty.

Laing:
I've seen men nearer.

Kaney:
That's the last time I'll ever try to make coffee in a strange house!