Eleanor Lance: I was leaning back to see the top of the tower and... I got dizzy.
Luke Sanderson: Dizzy like a fox, huh?
Luke Sanderson: I haven't seen a damn thing! I just don't like the way it looks.
Eleanor Lance: The house... it's alive.
Dr. John Markway: When people believed the earth was flat, the idea of a round world scared them silly. Then they found out how the round world works. It's the same with the world of the supernatural. Until we know how it works, we'll continue to carry around this unnecessary burden of fear.
Dr. John Markway: Psychic phenomena is subject to certain laws.
Luke Sanderson: And just what are these laws?
Dr. John Markway: You won't know until you break them.
Dr. John Markway: A closed mind is the worst defense against the supernatural... If it happens to you, your liable to have that shut door in your mind ripped right off it's hinges.
Luke Sanderson: Doc, I'll let you have the house cheap.
Mr. Dudley: You'll be sorry I ever opened the gate.
Theodora: You see? You haven't a ghost of a chance.
Luke Sanderson: Only one way to argue with a woman Doc... Don't.
Dr. John Markway: It has taken 60 million years to develop the carnivorous biped you see before you, Luke Sanderson.
Theodora: Let's see what kind of martinis it makes.
Luke Sanderson: They should be pretty good. I majored in them at college.
Theodora: Is this another one of your crazy hallucinations?
Eleanor Lance: I'm not crazy.
Theodora: Crazy as a loon! You really expect me to believe that you're sane and the rest of the world is mad?
Eleanor Lance: Well, why not? The world is full of inconsistencies. Unnatural things. Nature's mistakes they call you for instance.
Dr. John Markway: Look, I know the supernatural is something that isn't supposed to happen, but it does happen.
Dr. John Markway: You wait here, Grace. I'll go in and get your things, and then call the police.
Grace Markway: No, no, no! No one must go back into that house again. Whatever's there might.
Dr. John Markway: I'll be all right. The house has what it wants... for a while.
Eleanor Lance: Can't you feel it? It's alive... watching.
Eleanor Lance: God! God! Whose hand was I holding?
Eleanor Lance: What scares you, Theodora?
Theodora: Knowing what I really want.
Theodora: What would you call this place? Fun-o-rama?
