- [Lily and Victor Frankenstein discuss his reason for picking out her corset to wear]
- Lily: So, women wear corsets so they don't exert themselves?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Partly.
- Lily: What would be the danger if they did?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: They'd take over the world.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: [Lily smiles] The only way we men prevent that is by keeping women corseted. In theory... and in practice. They're meant to flatter the figure.
- Lily: To a man's eye, anyway. All we do is for men, isn't it. Keep their houses... raise their children, flatter them with our pain.
- [Chandler tries to talk to Sembene]
- Ethan Chandler: Can I ask you a question?
- Sembene: Can I stop you?
- Ethan Chandler: Were you a hunter where you came from?
- Sembene: Partly.
- Ethan Chandler: What was the other part?
- Sembene: Private.
- [the blind Lavinia Putney talks to Mr. Clare about the aging of a wax figure]
- Lavinia Putney: Aging them is easy. Everyone knows you have to add wrinkles and sagging skin and such. But the trick... is the eyes. They get cloudy as they get older. You have to change the eyes.
- [Dorian Gray and Angelique stroll in to a lit game room]
- Angelique: God, electrical lighting. You know what that does to a girl's complexion?
- [Dorian Gray and Angelique attempt to play a game of Gossamer Tennis]
- Dorian Gray: Now, as I understand it, we bounce the ball back and forth for a bit.
- Angelique: Yes, I'd gathered that.
- Dorian Gray: Shall we keep score?
- Angelique: Why else live?
- Dorian Gray: [Dorian hits the ball to Angelique who hits it back with some force and scores] Oh!
- Angelique: [Angelique smiles] One for me.
- [Vanessa and Mr. Chandler discuss the witch Hecate]
- Vanessa Ives: Hecate wasn't a sea goddess. She was a moon goddess, and bringer of magic. And also a character in Macbeth, the Protector of Witches.
- Ethan Chandler: She didn't look like a witch.
- Vanessa Ives: And would an old crone have attracted your eye? No, Mr. Chandler, they can assume many guises, like a chameleon on a leaf. In their natural state, they're more... memorable.
- Ethan Chandler: She was some chameleon then.
- [Sir Malcolm believes the artifacts and Vanessa are related]
- Sir Malcolm Murray: A prophecy. Give it a thought. Lucifer tells a past tense narrative to a monk. Why? Just so his history can be recorded? No. If we accept the Devil walks amongst us today... we must consider this is meant to be part of an ongoing story. That it has relevance now. It's possible he wasn't just recounting the past but foretelling the future.
- Vanessa Ives: Whose future?
- Sir Malcolm Murray: I think most likely yours.
- Vanessa Ives: You don't know that.
- Sir Malcolm Murray: Vanessa...
- Vanessa Ives: You don't know that! Are there any references to a woman? To any one like me?
- Sir Malcolm Murray: We're not done yet.
- Vanessa Ives: You'll understand I find it difficult to accept I'm the object of a eternal Satanic quest that's so far only demonstrated in something that's half-poetry, half-gibberish. I'm sorry. No!
- [Vanessa announces that she's going to bed in front of both Mr. Chandler and Sembene]
- Ethan Chandler: [Mr. Chandler replies before noticing Sembene's cooking] Don't tell me you're going to miss Sembene's... what is that?
- Sembene: Buttercream torte.
- Ethan Chandler: Two words I thought I'd never hear come out of your mouth.
- Vanessa Ives: Save me some for breakfast. Good night.
- Ethan Chandler: [Vanessa walks off as Mr. Chandler whispers to Sembene] Does she really eat dessert for breakfast?
- Sembene: Always.
- [Victor and Vanessa talk over the horror behind the ancient artifacts]
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: You know, once I would have thought all of this impossible.
- Vanessa Ives: And now?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I know nothing's impossible. Whatever we can imagine, far worse is true.
- Vanessa Ives: And for better.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: You think so?
- Vanessa Ives: [Vanessa smiles] I choose to.
- [Lavinia Putney talks to Mr. Clare about the wax figures she creates for her father]
- Lavinia Putney: Father's murderers. All those figures screaming in his new crime scenes. Oh, Mr. Clare... it hurts me to create them. Like I'm bringing them to life and then torturing them. Like some sort of terrible African voodoo doll. They're all fresh when they come out the molds... and then I make them suffer.
- John Clare: Some people think that's what life is. Born fresh to suffer.
- Lavinia Putney: Do you think that?
- John Clare: Uh... I did. Now I'm not sure.
- Lavinia Putney: There's hope for you anyway. Don't give up on life just yet.
- [last lines]
- Hecate Poole: [Hecate reveals herself to Mr. Chandler in her true form] No sensible shoes now, Mr. Chandler.
- [Lily and Victor Frankenstein discuss the reason for him purchasing her shoes]
- Lily: The shoes are awfully high.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Yes... I picked them for that.
- Lily: Why?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I... like that in a woman. Displays the talocrural region and the leg's dorsiflexion.
- Lily: That's flattering.
- [Mr. Chandler meets the mysterious Hecate Livingstone, who confesses her name to Mr. Chandler]
- Hecate Poole: I hate to even say it aloud. Hecate Livingstone.
- Ethan Chandler: Hecate.
- Hecate Poole: Yeah, I know! It's the name of a Greek sea goddess. Mistress of the waves. My parents went through a classical learning phase. My name is the hideous result.
- Ethan Chandler: Why don't you just go by your middle name?
- Hecate Poole: I can't.
- Ethan Chandler: Why?
- Hecate Poole: Aphrodite.
- [Lily steps out in the light, wearing the dress Victor Frankenstein bought for her]
- Lily: [Victor walks to her in silence, staring] I can't believe you've ever been this silent in your entire life.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Lily... you look beautiful.
- Lily: I can't breathe.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: That's the corset.
- [Victor Frankenstein tells Lily he doesn't want to cause her pain]
- Lily: Does this corset flatter you?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Yes.
- Lily: Do you want me to wear it?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I want nothing to cause you pain. Not for flattery, or... my vanity... or anything under the sun.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: You know, once I would have thought all of this impossible.
- Vanessa Ives: And now?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I know nothing's impossible. Whatever we can imagine, far worse is true.
- Vanessa Ives: And far better.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: You think so?
- Vanessa Ives: I choose to.
- [first lines]
- Sir Malcolm Murray: [Vanessa concludes the story of Joan Clayton and the witches to Sir Malcolm, Victor Frankenstein, and Mr. Chandler] And then?
- Vanessa Ives: They burned her alive. When I left the moors, I thought I would never hear that wicked language again. Or confront that evil. Mr. Chandler felt you needed to know.
- Ethan Chandler: For thee are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies... but against mighty powers of this dark realm.
- Vanessa Ives: And against evil spirits of heavenly places.
- [Vanessa makes a joke to Victor Frankenstein]
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: This is all giving me a headache.
- Vanessa Ives: You should talk to a doctor.
- [Frankenstein sighs to himself]
- [Inspector Rusk goes over the crime scene of the murdered train couple]
- Bartholomew Rusk: The train stops in the tunnel. The lights go out for a brief moment. No one in the carriages on either side saw anything. No one came and no one went. So how did he do it?
- Junior Inspector: Sir?
- Bartholomew Rusk: How did he come and go? Carrying a baby, no less... which apparently didn't squall or cry out in transit.
- Junior Inspector: Perhaps he killed it here.
- Bartholomew Rusk: Then why take it? And the wounds... like a surgeon. Precise and elegant. Unlike the other animal butchery we've seen. No, we're going about this all wrong. We're pursuing patterns of logic...
- Junior Inspector: What?
- Bartholomew Rusk: Magic.
- [Oscar Putney, owner of the wax museum discusses with his wife the plans for building a freak show]
- Oscar Putney: They line up three deep for the Police Gazette and the Penny Dreadfuls. And those are only pictures. We give 'em it fully formed. Horror in all its horror.
- Octavia Putney: Yeah, time will prove it, eh?
- Oscar Putney: A husband could use a show of support from his wife. Besides, with this, we're not simulating anything... it's all real. Flesh and blood, and pumping hearts and all. Here, look at this. We add another entrance here, at the corner. Two attractions, two gates... two admissions. Give 'em a discount for buying both. They go down the stairs here.
- Octavia Putney: I don't follow. Where are you keeping them?
- Oscar Putney: In this half of the cellar, if I can't rent it off the tobacconist. You see?
- Octavia Putney: You going to keep them in the cellar? All the time?
- Oscar Putney: Of course. They don't need the light. They're freaks.
- [Lavinia Putney attempts to guess Mr. Clare's eye color while working on a wax figure's eyes]
- Lavinia Putney: What color are they? No, let me guess.
- John Clare: Miss...
- Lavinia Putney: Blue? No, you're no blue-eyed boy. No green, I sense. I'll say brown. Feathery brown like an owl's wing.
- John Clare: No, not brown.
- Lavinia Putney: Well, tell me.
- John Clare: They're... yellow.
- Lavinia Putney: Well, that makes a change! Not a lemon yellow, I hope. That would be alarming. More of a turmeric, would you say?
- John Clare: [Mr. Clare smiles] Yes.
- [Victor Frankenstein has Vanessa accompany him to buy a dress for Lily]
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: [Victor nervously explains the situation to Vanessa] It's my cousin, you see, she's coming to visit me and she's a simple girl, not slow, you understand, not retarded in any way... just from the country, you know?
- Vanessa Ives: Your cousin, how lovely.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Yes. My cousin. Second cousin. Lily is her name. Lily Frankenstein. Yes, that's her name.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: [Victor bumps into a mannequin] Excuse me. Oh! Not a real woman at all. The mannequin, I mean, not my cousin. She's a real woman.
- Vanessa Ives: So your second cousin Lily is coming to visit you?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Yes. That's it entirely, yes.
- [Victor Frankenstein and Vanessa are mistaken for a couple by the dress shop owner]
- Dress Shop Owner: Mr. and Mrs. Ives.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Oh, God, no. No, we're not married.
- Dress Shop Owner: Oh, I see.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: No, it's not like that either.
- Dress Shop Owner: I assure you, sir, discretion is the watch-cry of my trade.
- Vanessa Ives: We'll look around for a bit if we may, my non-husband and I.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: This is worse than I knew it was going to be.