Maleva:
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!
Jenny Williams:
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.
Larry Talbot:
[
after hearing it twice already] You know that one too ah?
Sir John Talbot:
All astronomers are amateurs. When it comes to the heavens, there's only one professional.
Maleva:
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.
Doctor Lloyd:
I believe a man lost in the mazes of his own mind may imagine that he's anything.
Sir John Talbot:
You policemen are always in such a hurry. As if dead men didn't have all eternity.
Larry Talbot:
It isn't a wolf... it's a werewolf!
Col. Paul Montford, chief constable:
Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall!
Larry Talbot:
You wouldn't wanna run away with a murderer wouldja?
Gwen Conliffe:
Oh Larry, you're not. You know you're not.
Larry Talbot:
I killed Bela. I killed Richardson. If I stay here any longer, you can't tell who'll be next.
Sir John Talbot:
You can't run away.
Larry Talbot:
That's it! That's what she said.
Sir John Talbot:
Who?
Larry Talbot:
The gypsy woman.
Sir John Talbot:
Gypsy woman? Now we're getting down to it. She's been filling your mind with this gibberish. This talk of werewolves and pentagrams. You're not a child Larry, you're a grown man and you believe in the superstitions of a Gypsy woman!
Maleva:
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.
Gwen Conliffe:
[
Gwen and Larry are taking a moonlight walk] So you're a fortune teller?
Larry Talbot:
Uh-huh.
Gwen Conliffe:
Is that how you knew about the earrings?
Larry Talbot:
Well, no exactly. You see, a telescope has a mighty sharp eye. It brings the stars so close that you feel you can almost touch them.
Gwen Conliffe:
[
shocked] A telescope?
Larry Talbot:
Sure. And it does the same thing to people in their rooms - that is if you point it in the right direction.
Gwen Conliffe:
Oh you wouldn't.
Larry Talbot:
Well, now, I was only testing the refractor. I didn't know about you and all of sudden there you were.
Gwen Conliffe:
From now on I'll be sure to draw the curtains.
Larry Talbot:
Oh, don't do that, I mean, not on account of me.
[
stumbling]
Larry Talbot:
I mean, well, you know what I mean.
Gwen Conliffe:
[
grinning] Yes, I'm afraid I do.
Maleva:
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!
Maleva:
[
Larry shows Maleva his chest wound concealed under his shirt] Go now - and heaven help you!
Larry Talbot:
Don't try to make me believe that I killed a man when I know that I killed a wolf!
Doctor Lloyd:
[
patronizing Larry] Yes, yes. We're all a little bit confused.
Frank Andrews:
[
to Gwen about Larry] There's something very tragic about that man… and I'm sure that nothing but harm will come to you through him.
Maleva:
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]
Maleva:
...or a stick with a silver handle.
Larry Talbot:
You're insane! I tell you, I killed a wolf! A PLAIN, ORDINARY WOLF!
Col. Paul Montford, chief constable:
[
showing Larry's stick to him] Is this your walking stick?
Larry Talbot:
Why, yes. That's the stick I killed the wolf with.
[
Sir John Talbot and Col. Montford look at Larry with great concern]
Sir John Talbot:
Larry, Bela the gypsy was killed last night. Your walking stick was found next to the body.
Larry Talbot:
You mean, Bela the fortune teller? But... I only saw a wolf.
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