The Mad Ghoul

[Ken McClure pursues the ghoul into his bier]

Egan (mortician):
For goodness sake, whatever you do, don't mar the coffin!

Ted Allison:
I can't help feeling a sense of evil in all this.

Dr. Alfred Morris:
Moral concepts? I'm a scientist. To me there is no good or evil, only true or false. Work with one; discard the other.

'Scoop' McClure:
What kind of corpse do I make, Mr. Egan?

Egan (mortician):
Very nice, very nice indeed... considering you have the disavantage of being alive. Now if I was preparing you...

'Scoop' McClure:
Never mind. That;s one disadvantage I want to keep for a while.

Dr. Alfred Morris:
[Responding to the corpse sitting up and pulling a gun on him] Reports of your death seem to be greatly exaggerated.

Dr. Alfred Morris:
[Lecturing to his class] We have lethal gases which are usedfor a definite purpose... to kill. The poison gas of the natives had a definite purpose, but it not bring death though, but death in life, or, if you prefer, life in death.

Dr. Alfred Morris:
[Shocked to find Ted destroying the formula] You fool! You madman! What have you done?

Ted Allison:
I'm sending this evil back into the darkness!

Dr. Alfred Morris:
Ted, you're mad! You can't do this!

Ted Allison:
You're wrong, Doctor. Thee's nothing left of it now but you, and me, and this!

Det. Garrity:
[Regarding Eric] Nothing ghoulish-looking about that guy to me.

Sgt. Macklin:
You can't tell about these musicians. A lot of them are pretty queer ducks.

Sgt. Macklin:
[to Isabel] Suppose he's two people, the man you love and the ghoul?

Det. Garrity:
Anyone in this town who gets into a cemetery tonight won't get out alive.

Dr. Alfred Morris:
I could use an assistant. How'd you like to spend your vacation helping me with my experiments at home>

Ted Allison:
Would I? Say, there isn't a fellow in class who wouldn't give a leg to work with you in the lab!

Dr. Alfred Morris:
[Tongue in cheek] Oh, that's rather more than the privilege is worth. You needn't give me a leg; just lend me a hand.