Charlie McGee: [to the agent after he escorts her to the stables] Get out of here, you bastard! I'll burn you up! I'll fry you!
Charlie McGee: [after Charlie has destroyed the compound] For you, Daddy.
Captain Hollister: [referring to Charlie] When we find out all we need to know from her...
John Rainbird: ...when you give her to me.
Captain Hollister: [after a pause] What are you going to do with her?
John Rainbird: John, the friendly orderly, will come in. He will greet her, talk to her, get her to smile... John, the friendly orderly, will make her happy because he's the only one who can. And when John feels she has reached the moment of her greatest happiness, he will strike her across the bridge of the nose, breaking it explosively and sending bone fragments into her brain. It'll be quick. And he'll be looking at her face at the time. He will *know* her power. And when he dies, which I hope is very soon, perhaps he can take that power with him... into the other world.
Captain Hollister: [finishes off his drink and heads for the door] You are crazy!
Charlie McGee: Woodchips, they should have given me someting harder.
Irv Manders: You men are tresspassin. Show me a warrant or get off my land.
Agent: We don't need a warrant.
Irv Manders: You do unless I woke up in Russia this morning!
Charlie McGee: [to Andy] If I do something bad, will you still love me?
Charlie McGee: Where's my father?
Captain Hollister: He's fine. He's happy, and he sends his love, and he wants you to cooperate with us.
Charlie McGee: You're a liar!
Captain Hollister: Now, what kinda talk is that from a nice little girl like you?
Charlie McGee: GO TO HELL!
Doctor Joseph Wanless: Ever since this child was born, her father has been trying to inhibit her use of those powers. But what if his control had weakened now?
Captain Hollister: Why would he lose control, now, after all those years?
Doctor Joseph Wanless: Ask yourself this question. How exhausting must it have been for Victoria and Andrew McGee when this child was an infant? The bottle is late, the baby cries, and at that moment, one of her toys right there in the crib beside her bursts into smokey flame.
Captain Hollister: Joe, she's just a little girl. She can light fires, yes. But you're making her sound like Armageddon!
Doctor Joseph Wanless: Yes!... and that's what it might well be. Suppose lighting fires is just the tip of the iceberg?
Captain Hollister: I don't know what your talking about.
Doctor Joseph Wanless: I am talking about a talent that is directly linked to this child's pituitary gland; UNDEVELOPED pituitary gland. What happens when she becomes adolescent and that sleeping gland wakes and becomes, for 20 months, the most powerful force in the human body? Suppose we have a child here who, someday, is capable of creating a nuclear explosion simply by the power of her will?
Captain Hollister: [Laughs] That's insane.
Doctor Joseph Wanless: Is it? Is it? Then allow me to progress from insanity to utter lunacy. Suppose there is a little girl out there, somwhere today... this morning!... who has within her, lying dormant at present... the power someday to crack the very planet in two like a china plate in a shooting gallery?
Captain Hollister: [Falls silent]
Captain Hollister: What's to stop me from having you erased right here and now?
John Rainbird: My word - that I've already made certain provisions that should I "disappear", The Shop will cease to exist within six weeks. And within six months, you will stand in front of a judge awaiting sentence for crimes serious enough to keep you behind bars for the rest of your life.
Security Guard: [at doorway of ladies' washroom] All right, buddy, come out of there!
Young Serviceman: [standing in toilet] Mind waiting until I put my feet out?
Irv Manders: Got a song for you. "Oh, there was an old hen; she had a wooden leg; finest old hen that ever laid an egg; she laid her eggs all over the farm; another little drink won't do us any harm."
Irv Manders: I didn't catch his name yet, so I don't know if we're related.
Irv Manders: I got some tall apologizing to do. There's a line of cars coming up the road. I'll stand with you, if you want. I'll get my deer gun.
Irv Manders: I don't care if they're wanted for assassinating the president. Show me a warrant, or get the hell off my land!
Irv Manders: Norma, those men came here without any warrants at all. Tried to take them off our land. One of them shot me. What do you want me to do? Sit here and turn them over to the secret police, if they ever get their peckers up enough to come back? Be a good Nazi?