- Mr. Croup: She must be losing a lot of blood, Mr. Vandemaar.
- Mr. Vandemaar: Lovely blood, Mr. Croup, lovely wet blood.
- Mr. Croup: Won't be long now...
- Mr. Croup: Well bless my little black soul, Mr. Vandemaar. Do you see what I see? I spy with my little eye something that's going to be...
- Mr. Vandemaar: Dead in a minute, Mr. Croup.
- Door: What's your name?
- Richard Oliver Mayhew: Richard. Richard Mayhew. Dick.
- Door: Richardrichardmayhewdick?
- Richard Oliver Mayhew: Can I ask a question?
- The Marquis De Carabas: No. You don't ask any questions. You don't get any answers. You don't stray from the path. You don't even think about what's happening to you right now. Got it?
- Richard Oliver Mayhew: Excuse me. I know this is a personal question, but are you clinically insane?
- The Marquis De Carabas: It's very unlikely. Why?
- Richard Oliver Mayhew: Well, one of us must be.
- The Marquis De Carabas: Her family had remarkable recuperative powers. It's a wonder anyone managed to kill them at all, isn't it?
- Richard Oliver Mayhew: He's your brother? Shouldn't you have the same name?
- Mr. Croup: What a brain, Mr Vandemaar! Quick and incisive! Some of us are so sharp we could cut ourselves!