Stephanie Powell: We need to compile a list. There were twenty-six guests at the party. Any one of them could have taken the serum.
Daphne Powell: I think it was Professor Plum with the lead pipe in the library.
George St. Cloud: [trying to determine who stole Stephanie's serum] Chris Minor?
Jim Powell: It HAD to be. Look at his record - underage driving, truancy. My daughter's dating a criminal.
George St. Cloud: He's not exactly Al Capone, Jim.
Jim Powell: Not yet, but these are gateway crimes.
George St. Cloud: Gateway to what? Loitering?
Dr. Dayton King: Oh, imagine how it must feel to be the last one to know your own son's getting married.
The Watcher: I'm not your son.
Dr. Dayton King: Don't be fooled by biology. I loved you as I would one of my own.
The Watcher: Love? Is THAT what you call it? Pumping experimental serum into a 6-year-old?
Dr. Dayton King: It saved your life, as I recall.
The Watcher: And turned me into a killer.
Dr. Dayton King: Details.
Daphne Powell: You know, sometimes I wish you'd been given super hearing instead of super strength, then maybe you'd actually listen to me every once in a while.
Jim Powell: George, if I hit you, I gonna take your head off.
George St. Cloud: That's a big "if." Go ahead.