"Where can we find two better hemispheres, without sharp north, without declining west? My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, and true plain hearts do in thee faces rest. Within twenty-four hours, my work will be finished, and then, my precious jewel, I will join you in your setting. We shall be reunited forever in a secluded corner of the great elysian field of the beautiful beyond!"

"Perhaps your hands will shake and he, too, will die under your knife. A few remaining minutes are all you have, because when the acid reaches him, he will have a face like mine!"

"Somebody is using these ancient biblical curses to kill everyone associated with the Phibes' operation; but, I mean, the husband's dead, there's no children, it all happened ages ago - so who the hell are we looking for?"

"My love, sweet queen and noble wife, I alone remain to bring delivery of your pain. Severed, my darling, too quickly from this life. Of fires drawn and memories met, I shall hold our two hearts again in single time."

"Peter Jeffrey — Inspector Harry Trout"

"HE CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD FOR REVENGE with Nine Diabolical Curses ... BEES ... BATS ... BEASTS ... BLOOD ... FROGS ... HAIL ... LOCUSTS ... DARKNESS ... DEATH! THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES ... the most terrifying film you will ever see!"

"Virginia North — Vulnavia (final film role)"

"Hugh Griffith — Rabbi"

"Antony Carbone — Leonard de Santis"

"Julian Burton — Maxwell H. Brock"

"Will YOU join his human museum?"

"A new dimension in horror!"

"Inside every artist... Lurks a mad man!"

"You'll be sick - from laughing!"

"A Comedy of Errors! A Comedy of Terrors!"

"The Picture That'll Make You... sick sick SICK with Laughter!"

"Dick Miller — Walter Paisley"

"Roger Corman's Cult Classic is Bloody Good Fun!"

"Walter has a clear mind. One day something will enter it, feel lonely... and leave again."

"Attention. Attention, everyone! As you passed through these yellow portals I'm sure you noticed on your right a small clay figure and assumed this transfixed effigy to be the work of a master sculptor. And indeed, so it is. That master sculptor is in our midst. He's none other that Walter Paisley, our very own busboy, whose hands of genius have been carrying away the empty cups of your frustration. Mark well this lad. His is the silent voice of creation. But in the dark, rich soil of humility, he blossoms as the hope of our nearly sterile century! [Crowd breaks into applause as Maxwell finishes his speech] Bring me an espresso, Walter."