The Wolf Man (1941)
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: [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: [Crying] Larry!
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!
Doctor Lloyd: I believe a man lost in the mazes of his own mind may imagine that he's anything.
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.
Frank Andrews: I couldn't take my eyes off of his walking stick.
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.
Sir John Talbot: You policemen are always in such a hurry. As if dead men didn't have all eternity.
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.
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.
Col. Paul Montford, chief constable: [after shooting at the Wolf Man] I Could've swore I hit him dead on.
Frank Andrews: And I to.
Doctor Lloyd: [Grins] have you forgotten it takes a silver bullet to kill a werewolf.
Sir John Talbot: Yes, that's the sign of the werewolf.
Larry Talbot: That's just a legend though, isn't it?
Sir John Talbot: Yes, but like most legends, it must have some basis in fact. It's probably an ancient explanation of the dual personality in each of us. How does it go? "Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and Autumn moon is bright."