Gwen Conliffe: It is said, there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man. But where does one begin and the other end?
Sir John Talbot: I don't think they'll kill you, Lawrence. But they will blame you. The beast will have its day. The beast will out.
Sir John Talbot: I realize now that it was a mistake to lock up the beast. Don't you think so, Lawrence? I should have let it run free. Kill or be killed.
Dr. Hoenneger: Now, we are all aware that Mr. Talbot has suffered quite traumatic personal experiences. He witnessed his mother's self mutilations. His young mind, unable to accept it, created a fantastical truth, that his father is to blame. That his father is literally a monster. [Turns to Lawrence.] But, your father is not a werewolf. You were not bitten by a werewolf. You will not become a werewolf, any more than I will sprout wings and fly out of that window.
[After shooting the head off a statue.]
Sir John Talbot: I'm sorry, Colonel. I meant to shoot you. Sadly, I'm not quite the marksman I used to be... I must be getting old.
Sir John Talbot: Terrible things Lawrence, you've done terrible things.
Sir John Talbot: Lo and behold, the prodigal son returns.
Lawrence Talbot: Hello father.
Lawrence Talbot: I am what they say I am... I'm a monster.
Lawrence Talbot: I will kill all of you!
Lawrence Talbot: I get your implication, and resent it. You're aware of my personal history, as I believe I'm aware of yours. Weren't you in charge of the ripper case a couple of years back?
Abberline: You're a direct man. So I'll be equally direct with you. I am not your enemy, Mr. Talbot. You've been seen as Hamlet, Macbeth, Richard III, all with that same face. A prudent man would ask who else might be living inside that head of yours?
Maleva: Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright.
