"[trying to practice his vows] With this hand, I will cup your... [unconsciously holds hands before his chest in a suggestive manner, and is then horrified] Oh goodness, no. With this candle, I will...I will... [loses confidence] I will set your mother on fire. [looking at the flowers Victoria gave him, and begins to have confidence] With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. Ah, Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening. What's that, Mr. Everglot? Call you "dad"? If you insist, sir. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

"Please, there's been a mistake! I'm not dead!"

"You should've seen him with fur."

"[to the ghost of Scraps] Play dead...Oh, sorry."

"Mother never approved of Scraps jumping up like this. But then again, she never approved of anything."

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same. And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead; yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real, and it seems that I still have a tear to shed."

"Isn't the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any"

"We need to go up. Upstairs? To visit the land of the living."

"I've spent so long in the darkness, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is."

"[after her hand escapes her arm and dances up Victor's arm] Pardon my enthusiasm."

"If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun it's all the same. And I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn't beat it's breaking. Yet the pain here that I feel...try and tell me it's not real. And I know that I am dead. It seems that I still have some tears to shed."

"Or perhaps he does belong with her, Little Miss Living, with her rosy cheeks and beating heart."

"I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. Well now...now I've stolen them from someone else. I love you, Victor. But you are not mine."

"[to Victor] Out of the way, you ninny!"

"There's an eye in me soup."

"[repeated line] Fetch me musket!"

"Will the mortification never cease? It will be YEARS before we can show ourselves in public again!"

"ENOUGH! This wedding cannot take place until he is properly prepared! [to Victor] Young man, learn your vows."

"What in heaven's name? Who could that be at this hour? [opens door] Miss Everglot? What are you doing here? You should be at home, prostrate with grief!"