Frederick Loren: Once, the door is locked, there is no way out. The windows have bars the jail would be proud of and the only door to the outside locks like a vault.
Watson Pritchard: Only the ghosts in this house are glad we're here.
Watson Pritchard: [shows everyone a knife] This is what she used on my brother and her sister, hacked them to pieces. We found parts of their bodies all over the house, in places you wouldn't think. A funny thing is the heads have never been found, hands and feet and things like that, but no heads.
Dr. David Trent: The wife, probably in a fit of rage, threatened her husband with the knife, and then, carried away by hysteria, took a swing at him and simply went on from there.
Lance Schroeder: [laughing] She certainly went on, how many people did she kill, Mr. Pritchard?
Watson Pritchard: Only two, her husband and her sister, nobody else was here.
Lance Schroeder: So there are two loose heads just floating around here someplace?
Watson Pritchard: You can hear them at night, they whisper to each other, and then cry.
Watson Pritchard: [opening lines] The ghosts are moving tonight, restless... hungry. May I introduce myself? I'm Watson Pritchard. In just a moment I'll show you the only really haunted house in the world. Since it was built a century ago, seven people including my brother have been murdered in it, since then, I've owned the house. I only spent one night then and when they found me in the morning, I... I was almost dead.
Lance Schroeder: If I were gonna haunt somebody, this would certainly be the house I'd do it in.
Frederick Loren: Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you, love.
Annabelle Loren: Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you!
Frederick Loren: Mr. Pritchard here promises us genuine ghosts.
Watson Pritchard: 7 now. Maybe more before morning.
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.
Frederick Loren: Would you adore me as much if I were poor? No, all you want to be is a lovely widow.
Frederick Loren: It's almost time to lock up the house and then your party will really begin. I wonder how it will end...
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Watson Pritchard: There's been a murder almost everyplace in this house!
Frederick Loren: [to Annabelle] At last you've got it all, everything I had... even my life. But you're not going to live to enjoy it! Come with me, murderess, come with me!
Frederick Loren: [posing as his skeleton] Come with me murderess. Come with me.
Frederick Loren: It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder that I was playing too.
Watson Pritchard: These guns are no good against the dead. Only the living.
Frederick Loren: Don't stay up thinking of ways to get rid of me, it makes wrinkles.
Frederick Loren: I am not such a fool as to hang my wife from the ceiling, by a rope!
Watson Pritchard: [looking at blood stain on ceiling] See that stain? Blood. A young girl was killed here... and whatever got her wasn't human.
Watson Pritchard: They're coming for me now...
[looks at camera]
Watson Pritchard: and then they'll come for you.
Dr. David Trent: [Nora has encountered the organ that plays by itself and runs screaming through the house] Did you hear anything?
Frederick Loren: Organ music?
Dr. David Trent: That... and someone walking.
Frederick Loren: [on his wife] She's so amusing.
Frederick Loren: Pritchard, I've had enough of your spook talk.
Dr. David Trent: Nora, I think you're a little upset. Would you care for a sedative?
Nora Manning: Get out! Get out all of you! All of you get out and leave me alone! Just get out of here!
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...
Frederick Loren: Annabelle, you'd do it again if you thought you'd get away with it, wouldn't you?
Frederick Loren: [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.
Lance Schroeder: I'm going to my room and if anybody comes in I'll "shoot him."
[looking at Ruth]
Lance Schroeder: Or her.
Frederick Loren: Would you go away for a million dollars tax free
[Annabelle smiles and shakes her head]
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.
Frederick Loren: What husband hasn't, at some time, wanted to kill his wife? What husband hasn't had a thousand opportunities to do it in such a way so that he'd never be suspected?
Frederick Loren: I am Frederick Loren, and I have rented the house on haunted hill tonight so that my wife can give a party. She's so amusing. There'll be food and drink and ghosts, and perhaps even a few murders. You're all invited. If any of you will spend the next twelve hours in this house, I will give you each ten thousand dollars, or your next of kin in case you don't survive. Ah, but here come our other guests.
Nora Manning: Mr. Pritchard, you said your sister-in-law killed a man and a woman here and cut them up?
Nora Manning: You said they found hands and feet but they never found any heads.
[shakes his head]
Nora Manning: Would you like to see one of those heads?
[turns to everybody else]
Nora Manning: Would you all like to see one of those heads? Well then come with me.
Annabelle Loren: [about Frederick's previous wives] All his doctors said heart attacks. 2 girls in their 20s. Lance... I don't want to join them.
Jonas Slydes: [to Nora] Come with us, come with us before he kills you!
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.
Watson Pritchard: [about the guns they're given] These are no good against the dead, only the living.
Watson Pritchard: Throw these guns away, they won't be any good.
Dr. David Trent: I agree with Pritchard, although not for the same reason.
Frederick Loren: It was my wife's idea to have our guests come in funeral cars, her sense of humor is, shall we say, original? She's so amusing. I dreamed up the hearse, it's empty now but after a night in the House on Haunted Hill, who knows?
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Frederick Loren: This is Lance Schroeder, a test pilot. He's no doubt a brave man, but don't you think you can be much braver if you're paid for it? And I happen to know that Lance needs the ten thousand I'm giving, if he's brave enough to stay all night.
Frederick Loren: This is Ruth Bridges, you've no doubt read her column in the newspapers. She says that her reason for coming to the party is to write a feature article on ghosts; she's also desperate for money, gambles...
Frederick Loren: You've already met Watson Pritchard, a man living in mortal fear of a house and yet he is risking his life to spend another night here. I wonder why? He says for money.
Frederick Loren: This is Doctor David Trent, a psychiatrist. He claims that my ghosts will help his work on hysteria, but don't you see a little touch of greed around the mouth and eyes?
Frederick Loren: This is Nora Manning, I picked her from the thousands of people who work for me because she needed the ten thousand more than most. She supports her whole family, isn't she pretty?
Frederick Loren: The party's starting now, and you have until midnight to find the house on Haunted Hill.