Sheriff Hadley: You're gonna have a hard time getting my generation off the stage. Willie Nelson's still doing concerts.
John Marshall: Yeah, I mean, to be fair, Dad, Willie Nelson is a guitar player and he's not doing a lot of heavy police work.
Shaggy Rogers: Drop some F-bombs.
Blue Falcon: Hey man, whoa, let's keep it PG.
Shaggy Rogers: No! Falcon bombs.
Cole: I really don't have good luck with women, they end up being murderers.
Trevor's classmate: What are you doing here in Summerville?
Trevor: Honestly, my mom won't say it, but we're completely broke. And the only thing that's left in our name is this creepy old farmhouse my grandfather left us in the middle of nowhere.
Adam: Lily.
Lily: Now it's you who's gonna burn.
James Lasombra: Yeah, no.
Samantha O'Hara: If I fucking die because I'm doing the right thing, I'm gonna be so pissed.
The Grandma: I'll call my cousin Ester, have him make a reservation for us at the Grand Orleans Imperial Island Hotel. He was the executive chef there for over thirty years, he's got pull there. He's a star. His cooking put that hotel on the map. It's the swankiest resort in all of Alabama. You'll be telling your grandkids about your stay in this hotel!
The Boy: How do you know it'll be safe there?
The Grandma: Because child, ain't nothing but rich white folks at the Grand Orleans Imperial Island Hotel. And witches only prey on the poor. The overlooked. The kids they think nobody's going to make a fuss about if they go missing. Go pack!
Shopkeeper: There was a different house. Before that one.
Theo: What sort of house?
Shopkeeper: Just different. And before that, a tower.
Theo: A tower?
Shopkeeper: It's a legend. The devil builds the tower to collect souls, and God destroys it. But the devil builds it up again. And again. People have always stayed in that house. Some don't leave. The right ones usually find the place. Or perhaps it's the other way round. The place finds them. (01:07:33)