- The False Percival Glyde: [after tying a noose around his victim's neck] You always said, you were a teetotaler. You're going to have a nice drop, now!
- The False Percival Glyde: And now just one final word to you, Doctor Isidor Fosco. Be loyal to your trust and it will pay you handsomely. Betray it, and I'll feed you entrails to the pigs.
- The False Percival Glyde: What are you waiting for? Go on, find her!
- Dr. Isidor Fosco: What? Like this? But I haven't got my trousers on.
- The False Percival Glyde: Curse your trousers! Curse you! Oh, curse everything!