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: Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself. Larry Talbot
: Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time. Maleva
: The wolf bit you, didn't he? Larry Talbot
: Yeah. Yeah he did!
: The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
: For a thousand years we Gypsies have buried our dead like that. I couldn't break the custom even if I wanted to. Rev. Norman
: Fighting against superstition is as hard as fighting against Satan himself.
: You are not frightened, are you, Sir John? Sir John Talbot
: Frightened, of what? Maleva
: Of the night. Sir John Talbot
: Rubbish. You startled me. Maleva
: Don't be startled, Sir John. You have the silver cane for protection. Sir John Talbot
: Who are you? Maleva
: Hasn't your son told you? Sir John Talbot
: You're the gypsy that's been filling his mind with this werewolf nonsense!
: [Larry shows Maleva his chest wound concealed under his shirt
] Go now - and heaven help you!
: You killed the wolf. Larry Talbot
: Well, there's no crime in that is there? Maleva
: The wolf was Bela. Larry Talbot
: You think I don't know the difference between a wolf and a man? Maleva
: Bela turned into a wolf and you killed him. A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife...
[looks down at Larry's walking stick
: ...or a stick with a silver handle. Larry Talbot
: You're insane! I tell you, I killed a wolf! A PLAIN, ORDINARY WOLF!
: [Last Lines
] The way you walked was thorny though no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end.Now you will have peace for eternity. Col. Paul Montford, chief constable
: The wolf must of attacked her and Larry came to the rescue. I'm Sorry Sir John. Gwen Conliffe
: He is not insane. He simply wants to die.
: There, that's his burial place. A fire destroyed him and all his misdeeds. Maleva
: He is dead? Lawrence Talbot
: Oh but he can't be! Vazec
: He didn't die any too soon for us; we all wished he'd never been born!
: Are you the proprietor? Vazec
: I am. What do you beggars want?
: Darkness comes for you.
: Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright.