John Russell: It's my understanding... that there are, uh... twenty-three students registered... for this series of lectures on advanced musical form. Now, we all know it's not raining outside, and unless there's a fire in some other part of the building that we don't know about, there's an awful lot of people here with nothing better to do.
John Russell: [to Senator Carmichael] You're the beneficiary of the cruelest kind of murder... murder for profit!
Minnie Huxley: That house is not fit to live in. No one's been able to live in it. It doesn't want people.
Claire Norman: [On the phone with John] I was driving by and I recognized the car. I don't know how it happened... I don't know how it could have happened there were no other cars, there's nothing. And it's upside down in the middle of the road! It's that man who was just at your house! It's Dewitt! He's dead!
De Witt: I understand you lost your wife and daughter a little while ago. Maybe it shook you up. Maybe too much... *Maybe*, you need help.
John Russell: I'd like you to leave now...
De Witt: [making his threat a bit more clear] We can see that you get it... do you understand what I'm saying?
John Russell: [points to the door] Out! Now!
De Witt: [pressing] Listen to me, Russell! You've got something of the Senator's... he wants it back. It's a little gold medal, a family heirloom, he lost it. He thinks *you've* got it.
Joseph Carmichael: [On the Seance Tape] Father. Father. The well. Ranch. Sacred Heart. My Medal. Father. Father. Don't! Help.
Joseph Carmichael: [On the Seance Tape] My body. Ranch. The well. My name... Joseph Carmichael.