Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no-one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Eros: You know, it's an interesting think when you consider... the Earth people, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead. Well... our ship should be regenerated. We better get started.
Poacher: I've seen the likes tonight that mortal eyes shouldn't look at.
Irish Customer: You've been around to Molly Grady's again.
Chase Winstead: Where's Pat and Liz?
Bob: Maybe their car broke down?
Chase Winstead: Hey! I worked on that car myself.
Bob: That wouldn't make any difference if he goofed the speed shift or something.
Chase Winstead: And that squirrel is just the one that could do it.
Doctor Richard Mortimer: But this is remarkable.
Sherlock Holmes: Superficial. There is nothing remarkable about using one's eyes.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: In my report I shall state that death was caused by a stunning blow followed by severe laceration and hemorrhage.
Lt. Andy Anderson: In plain English, he didn't know what hit him.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: Oh he knew, but he didn't have time to think about it.
Dr. Warren Chapin: Either you give Lucy half of all the money you have and leave her alone, or you commit suicide right now.
Isabel Stevens Chapin: Suicide? You mean murder.
Dr. Warren Chapin: When I finish rearranging things, it'll look like suicide.