- [first lines]
- The Emperor: I am Criswell. For years, I have told the almost unbelievable, related the unreal and showed it to be more than a fact. Now I tell a tale of the threshold people, so astounding that some of you may faint. This is a story of those in the twilight time. Once human, now monsters, in a void between the living and the dead. Monsters to be pitied, monsters to be despised. A night with the ghouls, the ghouls reborn from the innermost depths of the world.
- Bob: Seeing a cemetery on a night like this can stir in the mind the best ideas for a good horror story.
- Shirley: But there's so many wonderful things to write about, Bob.
- Bob: Sure there are, and I've tried them all. Plays, love stories, westerns, dog stories... now there was a good one, that dog story, all about -
- Shirley: But horror stories? Why all the time horror stories?
- Bob: Shirley, I wrote for years without selling a single word. My monsters have done well for me. You think I'd give that up, just so I could write about trees, or dogs, or daisies?
- [chuckles]
- Bob: Daisies! That's it, I'll write about my creatures who are pushing up the daisies.
- [he kisses her]
- Bob: Your puritan upbringing holds you back from my monsters, but it certainly doesn't hurt your art of kissing.
- Shirley: That's life. My kisses are alive.
- Bob: [chuckles] Who's to say my monsters aren't alive?
- The Emperor: It will please me very much to see the Slave Girl with her tortures.
- Slave Dance: [getting a whipping] Oh... ugh... umm...
- The Emperor: Torturer, torturer - it pleasures me!
- The Emperor: If I am not pleased with tonight's entertainment, I shall banish their souls to everlasting damnation!