- The Plain Doll: Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?
- Micolash - Host of the Nightmare: Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
- Micolash - Host of the Nightmare: Ah, Kos. Or some say Kosm. Do you hear our prayers? No! We shall not abandon the dream! No one can catch us, no one can stop us now!
- [laughs manically]
- Suspicious Beggar: You hunters are the real killers! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your animal intuition? You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call ME a beast? A Beast? What would you know? I didn't ask for this! Rancid beasts, every last one of us...
- Blood Minister: Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need a contract...
- Iosefka: God, I'm nauseous. Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things. I knew it; I'm different. I'm no beast. Oh God, it feels awful... but it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head. It's rather... rapturous...
- Patches: What a joy it is, to behold the divine. It must be such a pleasure. You're in my debt, you know. You're in nigh on a beast of the field, but here you are, treading a measure with the gods... Are your feet as fat as your wits? Oh, cease this dithering! Take the plunge! Throw yourself to the wolves!
- Father Gascoigne: What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick...
- Hunter of Hunters: Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights. Here, to welcome the new hunter. Prepare yourself for the worst. There are no humans left. They're all flesh-hungry beasts, now... Still lingering about? What's wrong? A hunter, unnerved by a few beasts? Heh heh... No matter. Without fear in our hearts, we're little different from the beasts themselves. What are you still doing here? Enough trembling in your boots. A hunter must hunt...
- Vileblood Hunter Alfred: Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp! There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see!
- Retired Hunter Djura: You there, hunter. Didn't you see the warning? Turn back at one. Old Yharnam, burned and abandoned by men, is now home only to beasts. They are of no harm to those above. Turn back... or the hunter will face the hunt.
- Retired Hunter Djura: You are a skilled hunter. Adept, merciless, half-cut with blood. As the best hunters are. Which is why I must stop you!
- Retired Hunter Djura: [Player Dies] I should think you still have dreams? Well, the next time you dream, give some thought... to the hunt,
- [and its purpose]
- Retired Hunter Djura: Heh heh, you devious rat! The makings of a true hunter, this lass! Very well. Then there's no need to hold back! The beasts will feast tonight!
- Patches: The hours of the night are many, and the beasts more than I can count. A veritable hunt unending! Not even death offers solace, and the blood imbibes you. Ha, a most frightful fate, oh my. But I'm willing to do you a kindness. Step lightly round to the right of the great cathedral, and seek an ancient, shrouded church. The gift of the godhead will grant you strength...