The Monster: Smoke? Friend?
Doctor Pretorius: Yes, I hope so. Have a cigar - they're my only weakness.
The Monster: Good! Good.
Quotes from Boris Karloff movies and TV shows
The Monster: We belong dead.
The Monster: I want friend like me.
The Monster: Friend? Friend?
The Monster's Mate: Awwwwwwww.
Doctor Pretorius: Stand back! Stand back.
The Monster's Mate: Awwwwwwww.
The Monster: She hate me, like others.
The Monster: Alone: bad. Friend: good.
The Monster: You - make man - like me?
Doctor Pretorius: No. Woman! Friend for you.
The Monster: Woman? Friend! Yes.
The Monster: Woman... Friend... Wife.
Hermit: And this is fire.
The Monster: Arrrrrrr.
Hermit: No! No. Fire is good.
The Monster: Fire - no good. No.
Hermit: There is good. And there is bad.
The Monster: Good. Bad.
Nahum Witley: All that remains of Corbin is a few harmless objects in the cellar.
Nahum Witley: Whatever happened to my father will not happen to me.
Letitia Witley: It's already happening.
Supt. Burk: I don't know why you social reformers always want to play detective to prove your theories.
James Rankin: Because you detectives always leave such gaps on your investigations.
Barbara Rankin: How much longer are are these investigations going on?
James Rankin: Oh, I'm afraid the end isn't quite in sight, Barbara.
Barbara Rankin: But it's all past. That man was dead and buried 20 years ago. Let him rest.
James Rankin: I know I can't bring Styles back from the dead, but one could force a change in the legal system so that a poor man would have a lawyer to defend him. Styles was a typical case, and there'll be plenty of others.
Supt. Burk: I've been back over the records, and given you at least a dozen cases - why on Earth choose this one?
James Rankin: It's the one clear case that'll prove my point! If Styles had had the money to buy an adequate defense, he never would have hanged.
James Rankin: I'm sorry, Barbara, but a man must do the work in which he believes.
Narrator: "Pooh-pooh to the Whos" he was grinchily humming.
The Grinch: They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up, I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two. Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry "booo-hooo."
Imhotep: Anck-es-en-Amon, my love has lasted longer than the temples of our gods. No man ever suffered as I did for you.
John Ellman: But you can't kill me for something I didn't do! You can't.
John Ellman: Why did you have me killed?