- Holly Tender: So, Curwen is the real great-great... whatever grandfather of Charles, and not Ezra.
- John March: Looks that way, doesn't it?
- Lonnie Peck: And he was a monster maker?
- Claire Ward: Maybe it's time we went to the police.
- John March: And tell them what? That Charles is making monsters in the farmhouse?
- Claire Ward: [looking into the bag of explosives] This is it?
- John March: There are enough explosives in there to give Mount Rushmore a headache.
- Joseph Curwen: I should strip thy flesh from thy bones like a suckling pig, but because I am a madman, they would do nothing to me. Such are the customs of this enlightened century.