Franklyn Madson: Well I, for one, am v-v-very interested to see w-w-what's going to happen next.
Pete: I've known Mike Church forever. He would never hurt her.
Franklyn Madson: This is fate we're talking about, and if fate works at all, it works because people think that this time, it isn't going to happen.
Franklyn Madson: Actually, I'm a hypnotist.
Mike Church: OK, here's the water, there's the door, sorry about the stairs.
Chorus: Behold, as may unworthiness define / a little touch of Harry in the night.
Claudius: A man should keep faith with his friends, even when they're dead.
Claudius: One day the Man who Dwells by the Pool shall Open Graves.
Claudius: Oh, this is all starting to sound very familiar.
Nicodemus: In the beginning, we were ordinary street rats, stealing our daily bread, and living off the efforts of man's work. We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called nimh. There were other animals there, in cages. They were put through the most unspeakable torture, to satisfy some scientific curiosity. Often, at night, I would hear them cry out in anguish. Twenty rats and eleven mice were given injections. Our world began changing.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, your wife has come at last. Perhaps now I can repay you for your kindness to me, but Mrs. Brisby may serve the rats of nimh more than we her. Jenner, I fear, could do her harm. He is consumed by a lust for power. Thus far the amulet has remained safely hidden, but if he finds it... Heaven help us.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She will be waiting, and you will not return.
Nicodemus: We can no longer live as rats. We know too much.
