Dean Gerrard: I can't go on forever pretending to be a useless drunk.
Johnny Randall: You mean you hunted those people down? Then killed them, and did *that* to them?
Dr. Albert Balleau: Exactly. I hunted them. And shall I tell you why? I'd been a scholar all my life. I was curator of a large museum. And the war began. I who had never killed anything in my life assigned to duty as a sniper - a sharpshooter - because of my steady hand and keen eyesight.
Dr. Albert Balleau: It amuses me now that I found it distasteful at first. And as time went by I adjusted my new activity. For what had been an unpleasant duty became a pleasure then it developed into a passion and then into a lust. A lust for blood! A lust that has grown with the years! And one that I spend my entire life trying to satisfy.
Johnny Randall: Listen, Mister Balleau, fun's fun. But if you think we're gonna be the clay pigeons in your shooting gallery - you're just a little far out!