André: "It isn't an act of treason to talk to me. I'm a weary, disillusioned soldier and you're the only pleasant sight that I've seen in seven months."

Caterina: "Gustaf sometimes imagines things. If he could speak, I think you would find that his mind is warped. Such is the will of God...to endow and deprive."

André: "Quicksand. The girl was trying to kill me.
Gustaf: "She knows not what she does. Her will is not her own."
André: "You mean she's insane?"
Gustaf: "Possessed."

Baron: "What you see, Lieutenant, are the remains of a noble house. Relics. Ghost of past glories."

André: My father was the Compte du Duvalier...was until they spilled his head into a basket one morning in the Place de la Concorde."

Baron: "She has been dead for twenty years."
André: "With all respect, Baron, for a ghost she's a very active young woman."

Caterina: "Oh powers of darkness, let the spirit of Ilsa sink deeper, deeper into this mortal form. Helene, be as though you never were. Spirit of Ilsa, see through these eyes. Seek revenge. Do my bidding, for only then shall you find relief from your torment. You are becoming stronger now. Quite strong. Soon you shall have the strength to carry out my vengeance. Vengeance! And the dark powers will set you free, for I have promised them a richer prize. Soon you shall have the strength to carry out my vengeance. Vengeance!"

Baron: "For twenty years I've not set foot beyond the walls of this castle. I've lived here alone with the memory of the dreadful thing I did that night. That is my penance."
André: "And now you believe what...the ghost of Ilsa has come back to relieve you of your penance, is that it?"
Baron: "Yes."
André: "How long has the spirit been coming to the castle?"
Baron: "It-it all began two years ago. The first time I was terrified, but now I-I'm eager for our every meeting."
André: "One more question, Baron. Has anyone else except yourself seen the spirit? Stefan, for instance?"
Baron: "You think I'm mad, don't you?"
André: "Right now, Baron, I'm not sure just what I think."
Baron: "Ah... but don't forget, you saw her too. Perhaps we're both mad."

Helene: "Ilsa. The name sounds strange to me here by the sea."
Gustaf: "It's your name. Don't you remember?"
Helene: "My name is Helene. The Old Woman told me."
Gustaf: "She lies."
Helene: "She summoned me from the sea."
Gustavf "You must go back. Your soul is troubled, Ilsa."
Helene: "Go back? To Eric?"
Gustaf: "To the sea."
Ilsa: "Only when the sea enters the crypt. We shall rest there together, he and I, there beneath the sea."

Baron: "The crypt is no concern of yours."

André: "You wander in strange places at strange hours."

Helene: "When the night comes, I get cold. My arms and shoulders get cold. I don't like the night."

Helene: "The crypt... it must be destroyed, and with it the dead."
André: "Don't speak of the dead anymore. You're with me now."
Helene: "I am possessed of the dead."
André: "You're a warm living woman. Who has told you these things?"
Helene: "The dead."
André: "In Paris, they're doing wonderful things to discover the nature of the mind. I'll take you there. There are doctors who can free you from this-" Helene: "From the dead?"

Baron: "Ilsa my love... you are not alone. I am here with you. Soon I will join you in eternal sleep. Stefan will flood the crypt and seal us here together, with our love."

Baron: "Take this gun. Escort this gentleman from the castle. If he resists...kill him."

Caterina: "You're too late. Tonight he damns himself. Yes, even now she taunts him to his own eternal doom."
André: "You control the girl just as you control that bird. How? Mesmerism?"
Caterina: "Mesmerism, you fool.
André: "Why? Answer me old woman or I'll break your neck."
Caterina: "To revenge myself on the Baron Von Leppe. She will drive him to God's one unpardonable sin. Suicide."

Helene: "I have damned you as you damned me. The part of me that loved you lies there, Victor, rotting in the coffin. Look at it! See what your evil love has done to me and die with that vision in your brain."

Compiled by Richard Harland Smith