House on Haunted Hill (1999)

Melissa Marr: Now, that's enter-fucking-tainment.

Peter Graves: Dr. Richard Benjamin Vannacutt. He out-butchered Bundy, made Manson look meek.

Stephen Price: Let's go down and greet your guests. Show them the real you. Corny as Kansas on the Fourth of July.

Eddie: I had nothing to do with this! I was adopted.

Eddie: I've never in my life met an executive who could tie their shoes, much less rewire an entire building.
Sara: There's always exceptions.
Eddie: No. Come on, what's the truth?
Sara: The truth is if we keep taking rights, we're going to have to end up where we started.

Eddie: Me and you all three. Woohoo, let's boogie.

Pritchett: Sorry to interrupt. Goddammit, you give me my goddamn check right now! 'Cause I want it! So you give it! Now! I'm serious.

Eddie: That was the most fun I've had all day.
Sara: You need to get out more.

Evelyn: Who invited them?
Stephen Price: I don't know, it wasn't me and you say it wasn't you. Who then, Evelyn? Ghosts?
Evelyn: Ooh, spooky.

Evelyn: Congratu-fucking-lations.

Evelyn: You know if you really love me, you'll find a way to drop dead in the next three seconds.
Stephen Price: Finding ways for me to die is really your deal, isn't it Eveline? Let's not forget the OJ knife with the not-quite-retractable blade. Your Jim Jones Kool-Aid was exactly that.
Evelyn: Accidents, all accidents until proven otherwise.

Evelyn: I gave you a goddamn guest list two pages long. Where the hell are they?
Stephen Price: Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own: a group so hungry for money they'd be willing to do anything. I thought you'd be more comfortable with your peers.