The Raven1963

Lenore Craven:
You sly old thing you.

[she carresses Scarabus' jaw]

Lenore Craven:
And what was his price?

[referring to Dr. Bedloe]

Dr. Bedloe:
Who, mine? A double value. Superior magical knowledge and through my death by lightning, freedom from overbearing women.

Lenore Craven:
Well worth the cost of being turned into an insignificant bird.

Dr. Scarabus:
To say nothing of luring Dr. Craven to me, don't forget that, my love.

Lenore Craven:
I can't imagine why you want him here.

Dr. Scarabus:
It's not Craven I want, it's his magic.