Joseph Curwen: Strong as my hunger for knowledge may be, my hunger for food is so much stronger.
Holly Tender: So, Curwen is the real great-great... whatever grandfather of Charles, and not Ezra.
John March: Looks that way, doesn't it?
Lonnie Peck: And he was a monster maker?
Claire Ward: Maybe it's time we went to the police.
John March: And tell them what? That Charles is making monsters in the farmhouse?
Claire Ward: [looking into the bag of explosives] This is it?
John March: There are enough explosives in there to give Mount Rushmore a headache.
Joseph Curwen: I should strip thy flesh from thy bones like a suckling pig, but because I am a madman, they would do nothing to me. Such are the customs of this enlightened century.