"As you know, in 'Dr. Death' pictures, there is always a young and pretty victim. Sometimes I strangle her, sometimes I boil her alive... and sometimes, if I'm lazy, I just slit her throat from ear to ear. Well, tonight I would like you to meet my latest victim, Ellen Mason. Oh, I have a terrible fate in store for her...I'm going to marry her."

"That's Hollywood for you, sweetheart. He's on the make, she's on the take."

"You're marrying a fine monster."

"I can do something for your career...I can kill it."

"The case was never solved. After that, he turned into some kind of weirdo."

"I'm in public relations, not criminal aftercare."

"Miss Peters, as they say in horror movies, you will come to a bad end."

"How does it feel to be in England, Dr. Death?"

"Everybody thinks I'm dead, including me."

"Why must you kill everything?"

"How are my babies? How are my pretty, furry little babies?"

"I had my own car. I, I'd just pick up anyone... you know what I mean, I, I wasn't particular. I used to go out but, but stories of girls being beaten up by guys just for the hell of it...well, the stories were true. Only these guys got scared. They set the car on fire and pushed it down the hill. When I came out of it, I wasn't pretty anymore."

"Successful people always pay great attention to detail."

"I don't make that cheap crap anymore, I'm in television now."

"This is Scotland Yard, you know...not a blasted picture palace."

"In our day in Hollywood, the monsters didn't need makeup...they just came as themselves."

"How long do you think this clambake will go on?"

"Your drama school accent is slipping."

"The impulses that we don't dare admit, impulses that sometimes we don't even know we have. Animal cruelty, brutal violence and blood lust. They're tamed and caged. Sometimes they prowl around inside of the cages that we built for them and then there comes a time, in between our sleeping and our waking, that they whisper to us that they want to be set free, but, well, we don't set them free. I think maybe that's why the pictures are successful, because they do set them free."

"He arrived early and left early, too. He, he did, in fact, I suppose, once play The Invisible Man, but this is daft, isn't it?"

"No, no, not again! Not again!"

"Who is Dr. Death? Well, I will tell you. Herbert and I created him between us. No, we didn't create him...he was there. We found him in ourselves. We looked into the depths of our souls and he was there. He was already there. And he will always be there."

"Man is born to live. He creates life, he welcomes life, he cherishes life, he creates new life. But deep in our souls, there lurks an instinct which welcomes death. It makes it easier when it comes. It isn't very strong, this death instinct. It's only needed once."

"There is always room for more in the coffin of time."

"Now I must play the final scene...the death of Dr. Death."

"They like him now... the babies wouldn't go near him when he was alive."

"Aren't you good boys and girls? You ate up every bit of him...full of nourishment."

"It's your favorite, Paul. Sour cream and red herrings."

Compiled by Richard Harland Smith