- [opening narration]
- Victoria Winters: My name is Victoria Winters. Night is drawing nearer and nearer to Collinwood. And the man who disappeared into another night has not been found. But out of the falling dusk another man has come. A stranger who is not a stranger. A man with a face long familiar to those who live at Collinwood. A man who has come a great distance, but who still bears deep within him a soul shaped by the far country from which he came.
- David Collins: You know what? He doesn't look anything like the portrait.
- Victoria Winters: Well, that's ridiculous. He looks exactly like it.
- David Collins: No, he doesn't. The man in this portrait seems as though he's angry at someone. But Barnabas, my cousin that I met at the Old House, he seems more sad than angry. Seems as though he's remembering something that he's lost a long time ago. Maybe that's when I thought he was a ghost. He seemed as though he was haunting the rooms instead of just walking through them.
- [last lines]
- Barnabas Collins: [to the portrait of Josette] I was a Collins. Why didn't you protect me? Where were you when I was turned into something that even my own father loathed. If his ghost is here with yours tell him I've come home. I claim this house as mine. And whatever power you or he may have has ended. I'm free now and alive! The chains with which he bound me are broken. And I've returned to live the life I never had--whatever that may turn out to be.
- David Collins: You mean, you're not the man from the portrait in the foyer?
- Barnabas Collins: How could I be?
- Barnabas Collins: Do you let them call you Vicki when your name is Victoria?
- Victoria Winters: Why, yes. We're not very formal with each other.
- Barnabas Collins: But the name Victoria is so beautiful to me, I couldn't possibly surrender a syllable of it.