Emery: Where are Nick and Cathy, they should've been back by now. Why'd she have to go off on her own, anyway? That was extremely stupid.
Emery: I'm sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed, just pay your bill and kiss my ass.
Ellen Rimbauer: Houses... are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It's as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts, a basd one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth and our human-ness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word 'haunted'.
Joyce: Steve's about as psychic as a ham sandwich.
Nick: You'd have thought after all these years, she would've had Rose Red eat at least one half-way decent carpenter.
Emery: If my Mom doesn't hear from me soon, she is really gonna go nuclear.
Joyce: I've got the makings of a good group. But these people are candles. Annie Wheaton's a searchlight. If anyone can wake up Rose Red, she can.
Joyce: Obtuse? Oh, what a dreadfully big word for a college dropout.
Annie: No oogyman.
Sister: No boogyman?
Annie: OogyLADY.
Nick: What if Rose Red is the equivalent of the Energizer Bunny and keeps growing and growing and growing?
Nick: Forget round the bend. She's off the planet.
Annie: Bad house! BAD place.
Nick: If we find Bolanger we can give him a cup of tea and a good spanking and send him on his way.
Pizza Delivery Guy: Hey, this is some place, huh? Is it haunted?
Emery: Yeah. By the ghosts of delivery men who asked too many stupid questions and never escaped.
Emery: That's Momma's little scoot-about.
Sister: That's what?
Emery: Momma's little scoot-about. Sometimes we scoot-about for ice cream and sometimes we scoot-about to the movies... don't look at me like that.
Steve: I've never heard Glenn Miller play out of a flower before.
Nick: I'll sleep with Emery, and after midnight we'll raid the fridge. Won't we, Em?
