Count Von Krolock: A year ago exactly on this same night we were assembled here in this very room: I your pastor, and you my beloved flock. With hopefulness in my heart I told you then that with Lucifer's aid we might look forward to a more succulent occasion. Cast back your minds. There we were, gathered together, gloomy and despondent, around a single meager woodcutter.
Doctor Hertz: Oh, it's magic.
Baron Frankenstein: Everything we don't understand is magic - until we understand it.
Doctor Hertz: To me, it's magic. All of this.
Baron Frankenstein: Until we understand it and master it.
Mr. Zorro: Pancho, you idiot, you didn't have to kill him, did ya?.
Pancho: I'm sorry sir. But all my life, I've searched for gold. And this man is full of it.
Barbara Judd: We are the Martians now.