Annabelle Loren
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Annabelle Loren (Character)
from House on Haunted Hill (1959)

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House on Haunted Hill (1959)
Frederick Loren: Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you, love.
Annabelle Loren: Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you!

Annabelle Loren: You're in danger here - we all are.
Nora Manning: From who?
Annabelle Loren: I hope for your sake you never find out.

Annabelle Loren: You know, of course, that I'm his fourth wife. The first simply disappeared; the other two died.

Annabelle Loren: My husband is sometimes insane with jealousy. Nothing matters to him!
Lance Schroeder: Would he hurt you?
Annabelle Loren: He would kill me if he could.

Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?

Frederick Loren: Do you remember the fun we had when you poisoned me?
Annabelle Loren: [laughs] Something you ate, the doctor said.
Frederick Loren: Yes, arsenic on the rocks...
[grabs Annabelle]
Frederick Loren: Annabelle, you'd do it again if you thought you'd get away with it, wouldn't you?

[starts shaking up bottle of champagne]
Annabelle Loren: Why do you always do that? It spoils the champagne.
Frederick Loren: It might explode.
Annabelle Loren: Never does.
Frederick Loren: Can you guarantee that?
[aims champagne bottle at Annabelle]
Annabelle Loren: That isn't funny, Frederick.
Frederick Loren: Make a good headline, "Playboy kills wife with champagne cork."

Frederick Loren: Would you go away for a million dollars tax free
[Annabelle smiles and shakes her head]
Frederick Loren: .
Frederick Loren: Of course not, you want it all don't you.
Annabelle Loren: I deserve it all, your jealousy isn't tax free and your possessiveness is maddening.
Frederick Loren: If ever a man had grounds for divorce.
Annabelle Loren: But can't prove them.

Annabelle Loren: And you call this a party?
Frederick Loren: Could be.

Annabelle Loren: [about Frederick's previous wives] All his doctors said heart attacks. Two girls in their 20s. Lance... I don't want to join them.

Annabelle Loren: Dr. Trent, don't you approve of our little party favors?
Dr. David Trent: Suppose Nora had a gun when she was alone in the cellar with the blind woman?
Ruth: Oh, I don't think anyone else is going to walk around in total darkness.
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Dr. David Trent: Who knows? Fear can make people do amazing things.


House on Haunted Hill (1999)
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Get off me, you pervert!
Steven H. Price: Congratulations. I don't think Evelyn's said that to anything with testicles, ever.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Very funny, Stephen. Have you?

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

[Hearing the screaming from another part of the house]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Guess old Melissa found what she was looking for.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh Steven, you poor clueless old geek, all it would have taken was a simple divorce and ripping our prenup into tiny itsy bitsy little pieces, but no matter how it ended, please just know one thing. From the first moment I laid eyes on you I have always, always loved... your money. On the other hand, just the sight of you has made me want to puke.
Steven H. Price: [grabbing Evelyn by the throat, surprising her] Is that a fact, princess? I mean, you could have saved us all a great deal of time, not to mention money, if you'd have just let me in on it years ago.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: How?
Steven H. Price: You must be kidding me, I'm Steven goddamn Price.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [trying to talk while Steven is choking her] Sweetie?
Steven H. Price: Anything, angel, just speak it.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: What are you going to do?
Steven H. Price: Just what you wanted everyone here to believe in the first place. I'm gonna murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest of pleasure.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Witnesses.
Steven H. Price: [grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up off the floor] You're already dead, Evelyn.
[kisses her]
Steven H. Price: Happy birthday, baby.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: [Stephen H. Price is sneaking out of the room] : And where are you off to, Mr. Price? Checking the wiring on the animatronic mummies?
Steven H. Price: I'm just gonna go take a leak, if it's okay with you.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Congratu-fucking-lations!

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Stephen, if you really love me, you'll find a way to drop dead in the next second.
Steven H. Price: Oh, but baby, finding ways for me to die is really your thing. Let's not forget the O.J. knife with the not-so-retractable blade, the Jim Jones Kool-Aid, which was exactly that...
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Accidents, all accidents until proven otherwise.

Steven H. Price: Come on honey, let's go down and meet your guests.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: You go ahead darling, I'm just going to run scolding
[sic]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: hot water over the places you just touched me.

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

Evelyn Stockard-Price: You ever find out what happened to that little TV reporter?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: No. They never found her.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: So we don't even know if the little bitch is dead or alive?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: But I think Price must have killed her. There's no other explanation.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: There's plenty, you moron. For all we know, Steven's got her spying on us right now.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Oh, bullshit.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh, God. This whole fucking thing's falling apart.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: It's not, baby, it's not. Somebody's gonna pull the trigger.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But nobody has yet, Donald. They're not at the breaking point. The bozos have to believe that their lives are in danger.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But they didn't see it happen. They still have their doubts, they're confused. What we need is another body. Steven's bloody hands right next to him.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Well how the hell are we gonna do that?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [laughs] This may sound a little crazy, but hear me out.
[Evelyn brutally stabs Donald]