Magge: I sent nightmare cats to plague the Whitmans.
Lord Edward Whitman: How much are we paying the weepers?
Bully boy: Five groats a head, my lord.
Lord Edward Whitman: See that they weep til dawn.
Maureen Whitman: It's as though we're all seeds of evil.
Harry Whitman: Look, Father, an open tomb. Let's see what's inside.
Father Tom: What, and whom.
Lord Edward Whitman: H is for heretic.
Lord Edward Whitman: Oona. Of course. Once I showed her mercy. I should have killed her... Burke. I don't care how you do it - bring Oona to me.
Margaret Donald: When I'm flying, I can shoot down any Christian who sees me and does not cross himself.
