Lizzie Cree: You shall have your moment and I mine. In the temple of fame our names will be written side by side in stone for all time.
John Kildare: "He who spectates." He doesn't mean us, he means the public. The public want blood. The Golem provides it.
Dan Leno: If you want your name etched in stone, you're going to have to take up the chisel yourself.
John Kildare: Why would anybody be surprised? The world is full of men like you, Mr Gissing.
George Gissing: I beg your pardon?
John Kildare: Men who feign generosity when what they really seek is congratulation. Men who play God by saving lives. Is it really so different, I wonder, from playing God by taking them?
Inspector Roberts: The streets of London run red with blood and you concern yourself with paperwork. You'd have made a fine politician, Kildare, were you not the topic of such... speculation.
Lizzie Cree: 500 pounds and the camera. It would seem I gave an excellent beating.
George Flood: What are you looking for?
John Kildare: I'm just looking. Trying to understand.
George Flood: The Golem's a madman. What else is there to be understood?
John Kildare: Even madness has its own logic. Here, there's none.
Dan Leno: If you want your name etched in stone, you're gonna have to take up the chisel yourself.
Lizzie Cree: My gender becomes inured to injustice. We expect it until we can greet it merely with a shrug.
Lizzie Cree: The line between comedy and tragedy is a fine one.
Lizzie Cree: I have a proposition for you, dear. I am in need of a lady's maid.
Aveline Ortega: Me? You must be playing.
Lizzie Cree: I can offer you twice the weekly wage you're earning here. All I require is some help bearing the load of my... My wifely duties.
Uncle: Cucumber sandwich?
Lizzie Cree: No, thanks.
Uncle: Oh, I forgot. You're not entirely partial to cucumber, are you?
George Flood: Sometimes I suspect if I was despatched to hell, I'd barely notice the difference, bar the weather.
