Frank: A mental mind fuck can be nice.
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: It's not easy having a good time! Even smiling makes my face ache!
Frank-N-Furter: Oh, I just love success.
Riff-raff: He's a credit to your genius, master.
Magenta: A triumph of your will.
Columbia: He's okay.
Frank-N-Furter: Okay? Okay!? Well, I think we can do better then that. [Takes Rocky over to Brad and Janet.] Now, Brad and Janet, what do you think of him?
Janet: Well, I don't like men with too many muscles.
Frank-N-Furter: I didn't make him for you.
Criminologist: And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time. Lost in space... And meaning.
Frank: I hope you're adaptable, Dr. Scott. I know Brad is.
Brad: What have you done to Janet?
Frank-N-Furter: Nothing. Why? Do you think I should?
Riff-Raff: Frank-N-Furter, it's all over. Your mission is a failure. Your life style's too extreme. I'm your new commander. You now are my prisoner. We return to Transylvania. Prepare the transit beam.
Frank: It was strange the way it happened. Suddenly... You get a break! All of the pieces seem to fit into place. What a sucker you've been, what a fool. The answer was there all the time. It took a small aciddent to make it happen. AN ACCIDENT! And that is how I discovered the secret. That elusive ingredient, that... Spark that is the breath of life... Yes I have that knowledge! I hold the key to life... ITSELF!
Dr. Everett Scott: This sonic transducer, it is I suppose some kind of audio-vibratory-physio-molecular transport device?
Frank: One from the vaults... Don't be upset. It was a mercy killing. He had a certain naive charm, but no muscle.
Riff Raff: The master is not yet married, nor do I think he ever will be.
Frank: Do you think I made a mistake splitting his brain between the two of them?
The Criminologist: I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.