The Ghost of Frankenstein (1942)
Dwight Frye: Villager
Villager : There's a curse upon this village, the curse of Frankenstein.
Crowd : Aye.
Older Villager : Aye, it is true. The whole countryside shuns the village. Our fields are barren, the inn is empty.
Village Mother of Hungry Children : My little ones cry in their sleep. They are hungry. There is no bread.
Older Villager : It's the curse, the curse of Frankenstein.
Mayor : This is nonsense, folks. You talk as though these were the Dark Ages. You know as well as I do that the monster died in the sulfur pit under Frankenstein's tower. And that Ygor, his familiar, was riddled with bullets from the gun of Baron Frankenstein himself.
Older Villager : But Ygor does not die that easily. They hanged him and broke his neck, but he lives.
Villager : Haven't I seen him, sitting beside the hardened sulphur pit, playing his weird horn as if to lure the monster back from death to do his evil bidden?
Mayor : You talk like frightened children.
Villager : Well, if something isn't done, there'll be a new mayor after the fall election.
Crowd : Aye.
Mayor : Well, what do you want me to do?
Villager : Destroy the castle! Wipe the last traces of these accursed Frankensteins from our land.
Councillor : The people are right, Your Honor.
Councillor : I agree, Your Honor.
Mayor : I don't believe that these dead wretches can affect the prosperity of this village. But do as you will with the castle. It's yours.
Villager : We'll blow it up!