"[as he and Itchy prepare to ram Carface's door in with a Christmas tree] Steal Timmy's money, huh?! Drop me in the trash, huh?! Shoot me up the chimney, huh?! Okay, that's it! Now, we're gonna deck his halls!"

"Nancy Fish - Nurse Emily Allerton"

"Colleen Dewhurst - Pazuzu (voice)"

"Fabio - Angel"

"Teresa Wright - Penitent"

"Patrick Ewing - Angel of Death"

"Larry King - Himself"

"C. Everett Koop - Himself"

"Amelia Campbell - Dream Girl"

"Samuel L. Jackson - Blind Dream Man"

"Jodi Long - Dream Woman"

"Demetrios Pappageorge - Casperelli"

"Kevin Corrigan - Altar Boy"

"Lee Richardson - Father Riley"

"Viveca Lindfors - Nurse X"

"Ken Lerner - Dr. Freedman"

"Zohra Lampert - Mary Kinderman"

"Mary Jackson - Mrs. Clelia"

"Don Gordon - Ryan"

"Lois Foraker - Nurse Merrin"

"Tyra Ferrell - Nurse Blaine"

"George DiCenzo - Dr. Alan Stedman"

"Harry Carey Jr. - Father Kanavan"

"Barbara Baxley - Shirley"

"Tracy Thorne - Nurse Amy Keating"

"Nicol Williamson - Father Morning"

"Grand L. Bush - Sgt. Mel Atkins"

"Brad Dourif - James Venamun/The "Gemini Killer""

"Scott Wilson - Dr. Temple"

"Jason Miller - Patient X/Damien Karras"

"Ed Flanders - Father Joseph Dyer"

"George C. Scott - Lt. William F. Kinderman"

"The horror is Legion."

"Do you dare walk these steps again?"

"Catatonics are so easy to possess."

"Where was I? Oh, yes. The Master. He was kind, you see. He brought me to our mutual acquaintance Father Karras. Not to well at the time. I'm afraid he was, passing on in the dying mode, as we say. So, as Karras was about to slip out of his body-- is this true? The Master was slipping me in. Oh, now there was some confusion when the medic said that Karras was dead-- I mean, he was dead, technically speaking. I mean, his time was up. He wanted out. But I was in! A little traumatized, true. I mean, after all, his brain were jelly. Lack of oxygen, and all that sort of thing. You understand? It took a maximum effort that at last got me out of that cheap little coffin. Vow of poverty, disgusting. Never mind. Toward the end, a slapstick comic relief. When that old Brother Faine, who was tending the bodies, saw me climbing from the coffin. [laughs] It's the smiles that keep us going. Don't you think? The little giggles and bits of good cheer."

"Yes, about this body of mine. Friend of yours. Well, there I was so awfully dead in that electric chair. I didn't like it. Would you? It's upsetting. There was still so much killing to do, and there I was, in the void, without a body. But then along came, well, you know, my friend. One of them. Those others over there. The cruel ones, the Master. And he thought that my work should continue. But in this body, in this body in particular, in fact. Ooooh, let's call it revenge. The certain matter of an exorcism I think Father Karras expelled certain parties from the body of a child. Certain parties were not pleased. To say the least. To say the very least. And so my friend, the Master, devised this pretty little scheme as a way of getting back. Of creating a stumbling block. A scandal. A horror to the eyes of all men who seek faith, using the body of this saintly priest as an instrument of... well, you know my work. But the main thing... is the torment of your friend, Father Karras, as he watches while I rip, and cut, and MUTILATE THE INNOCENT! His friends! And again! AND AGAIN! AND ON AND ON! HE IS INSIDE WITH US! HE WILL NEVER GET AWAY! HIS PAIN WON'T END! Oh, gracious me. Was I raving? Please forgive me. I'm mad..."

"I still hear from her occasionally, screaming. I think the dead should shut up, unless there's something to say."

"You again. You've interrupted me. Have you come to save God's servant? Well, I must save mine, my son the Gemini. He has work to do much more. But come in, Father Morning. Enter, knight. This time you're going to lose."

"I like plays. The good ones. Shakespeare... I like Titus Andronicus the best - it's sweet. Incidentally, did you know that you are talking to an artist? I sometimes do special things to my victims: things that are creative. Of course, it takes knowledge, pride in your work. For example, a decapitated head can continue to see for approximately twenty seconds. So when I have one that's gawking, I always hold it up so that it can see its body. It's a little extra I throw in for no added charge. I must admit it makes me chuckle every time. Life is fun. It's a wonderful life, in fact, for some. It's too bad about poor Father Dyer. I killed him, you know. An interesting problem, but finally, it worked! First, a bit of the old succinylcholine to permit one to work without, ah, annoying distractions. Then, a three foot catheter threaded directly into the inferior vena cava -- or, superior vena cava. It's a matter of taste, I think, don't you? Then the tube moves through the vein, under the crease of the arm, into the vein that leads directly into the heart, and then, you just hold up the legs, and you squeeze the blood manually into the tube from the arms and the legs. There's a little shaking and pounding at the end for the dregs - it isn't perfect. There's a little blood left, I'm afraid. But, regardless, the overall effect is astonishing! And isn't that really what counts in the end? Yes, of course, Good Show Biz, Lieutenant, the EFFECT! And then, off comes the head without spilling one single drop of blood. Now I call that SHOWMANSHIP, Lieutenant!"

"Did you get my message? I left it with Keating. Nice girl. Good heart."

"No, Bill. I'm not dreaming."

"Go in peace, my child. May the Schwartz be with you."

"We're going to live forever, Bill. We're spirits."

"I once spent a year hearing children's confessions and I wound up a lemon drop junkie. The little wierdos keep breathing it on you along with all that pot. And between the two of them, I've got a feeling it's probably addictive."

"I've been standing out there for centuries. Four new popes have been elected. That's a lot of white smoke."

"Jesus loves you, everyone else thinks you're an asshole."

"We won... Bill. Now free me."

"Bill, now! Shoot now! Kill me now!"