House on Haunted Hill

House on Haunted Hill Quotes

A millionaire offers a group of diverse people $1,000,000 to spend the night in a haunted house with a horrifying past.

Frederick Loren: Don't let the ghosts and the ghouls disturb you, love.
Annabelle Loren: Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you!
Frederick Loren: Do you remember the fun we had when you poisoned me?
Annabelle Loren: [laughs] Something you ate, the doctor said.
Frederick Loren: Yes, arsenic on the rocks...
[grabs Annabelle]
Frederick Loren: Annabelle, you'd do it again if you thought you'd get away with it, wouldn't you?
Watson Pritchard: Only the ghosts in this house are glad we're here.
Frederick Loren: Don't stay up thinking of ways to get rid of me, it makes wrinkles.
Frederick Loren: [to Annabelle] At last you've got it all, everything I had... even my life. But you're not going to live to enjoy it! Come with me, murderess, come with me!
Steven H. Price: Sure is a funky old house, ain't it?
[Steven Price surprises Eddie, Sara, and Pritchett. Eddie almost shoots Price with his gun]
Eddie Baker: That's a good way to get your head blown off, man!
Steven H. Price: I'll recommend it to Evelyn.
Frederick Loren: Pritchard, I've had enough of your spook talk.
Frederick Loren: It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder that I was playing, too.
[starts shaking up bottle of champagne]
Annabelle Loren: Why do you always do that? It spoils the champagne.
Frederick Loren: It might explode.
Annabelle Loren: Never does.
Frederick Loren: Can you guarantee that?
[aims champagne bottle at Annabelle]
Annabelle Loren: That isn't funny, Frederick.
Frederick Loren: Make a good headline, "Playboy kills wife with champagne cork."
Ruth: Who would want to haunt me?
Frederick Loren: I would say any self-respecting male ghost.
Eddie Baker: [talking to Steven Price while holding up bloody rag] Look at this! Huh? What is this?
Watson Pritchett: [turns around] That? What just happened to you there... that's nothing. You've just been playing around with a ghost. Wait til somebody lets out the Darkness in this place. That's a whole... that's a whole new bunch of crazy shit. That's... you'll hate that shit.
Watson Pritchard: [shows everyone a knife] This is what she used on my brother and her sister, hacked them to pieces. We found parts of their bodies all over the house, in places you wouldn't think. A funny thing is the heads have never been found - hands and feet and things like that, but no heads.
Dr. David Trent: The wife, probably in a fit of rage, threatened her husband with the knife, and then, carried away by hysteria, took a swing at him and simply went on from there.
Lance Schroeder: [laughing] She certainly went on. How many people did she kill, Mr. Pritchard?
Watson Pritchard: Only two, her husband and her sister, nobody else was here.
Lance Schroeder: So there are two loose heads just floating around here someplace?
Watson Pritchard: You can hear them at night, they whisper to each other, and then cry.
Lance Schroeder: If I were gonna haunt somebody, this would certainly be the house I'd do it in.
Watson Pritchard: [opening lines] The ghosts are moving tonight, restless... hungry. May I introduce myself? I'm Watson Pritchard. In just a moment I'll show you the only really haunted house in the world. Since it was built a century ago, seven people, including my brother, have been murdered in it. Since then, I've owned the house. I only spent one night then and when they found me in the morning, I... I was almost dead.
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Watson Pritchett: [walks slowly up to Sarah] You don't... get it... do you? This house is pissed. It has no morals, cuz it's a fucking house!
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Who invited them?
Steven H. Price: I don't know, it wasn't me and you say it wasn't you, who then, Evelyn? Ghosts?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Ooh, spooky.
Watson Pritchard: Throw these guns away, they won't be any good.
Dr. David Trent: I agree with Pritchard, although not for the same reason.
Frederick Loren: I am not such a fool as to hang my wife from the ceiling, by a rope!
Jonas Slydes: [to Nora] Come with us, come with us before he kills you!
Watson Pritchett: The house doesn't care what's fair, who lives or dies. Know why? Cause it's a fucking *house*!
Sara Wolfe: I'm trying to figure out who or what Melissa was taping when she disappeared.
Eddie Baker: Right, then where will we be?
Watson Pritchett: Out of Scotch thanks to you, ass!
Watson Pritchett: I lied. The house is alive. We're all gonna die.
Dr. David Trent: Nora, I think you're a little upset. Would you care for a sedative?
Nora Manning: Get out! Get out all of you! All of you get out and leave me alone! Just get out of here!
Nora Manning: Mr. Pritchard, you said your sister-in-law killed a man and a woman here and cut them up?
[he nods]
Nora Manning: You said they found hands and feet but they never found any heads.
[shakes his head]
Nora Manning: Would you like to see one of those heads?
[turns to everybody else]
Nora Manning: Would you all like to see one of those heads? Well then come with me.
Frederick Loren: What husband hasn't, at some time, wanted to kill his wife? What husband hasn't had a thousand opportunities to do it in such a way so that he'd never be suspected?
Annabelle Loren: You're in danger here - we all are.
Nora Manning: From who?
Annabelle Loren: I hope for your sake you never find out.
Eddie Baker: [Eddie and Sara are atop a tall tower] That was one kickass party!
Sara Wolfe: OK but one more thing: How do we get down from here?
[Eddie and Sara laugh at their amusing predicament]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Stephen, if you really love me, you'll find a way to drop dead in the next second.
Steven H. Price: Oh, but baby, finding ways for me to die is really your thing. Let's not forget the O.J. knife with the not-so-retractable blade, the Jim Jones Kool-Aid, which was exactly that...
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Accidents, all accidents until proven otherwise.
[Hearing the screaming from another part of the house]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Guess old Melissa found what she was looking for.
[after Price receives a call from Evelyn]
Channel 3 Reporter: So Mr. Price, business or pleasure?
Steven H. Price: Neither. My wife.
Frederick Loren: Would you go away for a million dollars tax free
[Annabelle smiles and shakes her head]
Frederick Loren: .
Frederick Loren: Of course not, you want it all don't you.
Annabelle Loren: I deserve it all, your jealousy isn't tax free and your possessiveness is maddening.
Frederick Loren: If ever a man had grounds for divorce.
Annabelle Loren: But can't prove them.
Watson Pritchett: Jesus, she's dead. She was cute too. God, I'd love to get laid before I die.
[Looks at Evelyn]
Watson Pritchett: How you doin' tonight?
[Evelyn gives him a glare]
Watson Pritchett: Yeah, I'm alright.
[Goes back to heavy drinking]
Eddie Baker: What good is a million dollars when you're dead?
Eddie Baker: Oh, so then we'll just stay here 'til morning.
Watson Pritchett: [sarcastic] Oh, great. I'm sure we'll all be mutilated beyond recognition by then.
Steven H. Price: Come on honey, let's go down and meet your guests.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: You go ahead darling, I'm just going to run scolding
[sic]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: hot water over the places you just touched me.
Steven H. Price: Let's go down and greet your guests. Show them the real you: corny as Kansas on the fourth of July.
Frederick Loren: Would you adore me as much if I were poor? No, all you want to be is a lovely widow.
[Prichett appears behind Sarah and Eddie after they find a dead body]
Eddie Baker: Holy shit!
Watson Pritchett: Booga booga.
Annabelle Loren: You know, of course, that I'm his fourth wife. The first simply disappeared; the other two died.
Annabelle Loren: Dr. Trent, don't you approve of our little party favors?
Dr. David Trent: Suppose Nora had a gun when she was alone in the cellar with the blind woman?
Ruth: Oh, I don't think anyone else is going to walk around in total darkness.
Annabelle Loren: Oh, I'm sure we're not going to go running around the house shooting each other, aren't you?
Dr. David Trent: Who knows? Fear can make people do amazing things.
[last lines]
Watson Pritchard: They're coming for me now...
[looks at camera]
Watson Pritchard: ...and then they'll come for you.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: You ever find out what happened to that little TV reporter?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: No. They never found her.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: So we don't even know if the little bitch is dead or alive?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: But I think Price must have killed her. There's no other explanation.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: There's plenty, you moron. For all we know, Steven's got her spying on us right now.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Oh, bullshit.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh, God. This whole fucking thing's falling apart.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: It's not, baby, it's not. Somebody's gonna pull the trigger.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But nobody has yet, Donald. They're not at the breaking point. The bozos have to believe that their lives are in danger.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But they didn't see it happen. They still have their doubts, they're confused. What we need is another body. Steven's bloody hands right next to him.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Well how the hell are we gonna do that?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [laughs] This may sound a little crazy, but hear me out.
[Evelyn brutally stabs Donald]
Frederick Loren: It's almost time to lock up the house and then your party will really begin. I wonder how it will end...
Dr. David Trent: [Nora has encountered the organ that plays by itself and runs screaming through the house] Did you hear anything?
Frederick Loren: Organ music?
Dr. David Trent: That... and someone walking.
Annabelle Loren: My husband is sometimes insane with jealousy. Nothing matters to him!
Lance Schroeder: Would he hurt you?
Annabelle Loren: He would kill me if he could.
Frederick Loren: This is Lance Schroeder, a test pilot. He's no doubt a brave man, but don't you think you can be much braver if you're paid for it? And I happen to know that Lance needs the ten thousand I'm giving, if he's brave enough to stay all night.
Frederick Loren: Wasn't there a man who threw his wife into a wine vat or something?
Watson Pritchard: That was in the cellar. There's been a murder almost everywhere in this house.
Sara Wolfe: Is this house really haunted?
Watson Pritchett: [near hysterics] It's uh, well, bleh... hah... yeah, it's pretty scary.
Lance Schroeder: Do you think it would do any good if you went in and talked to her?
Ruth: Well, do you think there really was a head in her suitcase?
Lance Schroeder: I don't know.
Ruth: A thing like that would put me right over the edge.
Watson Pritchard: [about the guns they're given] These are no good against the dead, only the living.
Eddie Baker: That was the most fun I've had all day.
Sara Wolfe: You need to get out more.
Frederick Loren: This is Ruth Bridges, you've no doubt read her column in the newspapers. She says that her reason for coming to the party is to write a feature article on ghosts. She's also desperate for money, gambles...
[repeated line]
Frederick Loren: [on his wife] She's so amusing.
Watson Pritchett: Sorry to interrupt. God dammit, you give me my god damn check right now! 'Cuz I want it! So you give it! Now! I'm serious.
Watson Pritchard: Four men have been murdered in this house, and three women.
Dr. David Trent: You certainly plan your parties very well, Mr. Loren, four of us are men, three are women, there's a ghost for everybody.
[Discussing Evelyn's birthday party plans over the phone]
Steven H. Price: Congratulations. On a scale of one to ten on the perversity meter, you just hit a seventy-three.
Melissa: Now, that's enter-fucking-tainment!
Annabelle Loren: [about Frederick's previous wives] All his doctors said heart attacks. Two girls in their 20s. Lance... I don't want to join them.
Frederick Loren: You've already met Watson Pritchard, a man living in mortal fear of a house and yet he is risking his life to spend another night here. I wonder why? He says for money.
Eddie Baker: Me and you all three. Woohoo, let's boogie!
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Get off me, you pervert!
Steven H. Price: Congratulations. I don't think Evelyn's said that to anything with testicles, ever.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Very funny, Stephen. Have you?
Frederick Loren: Mr. Pritchard here promises us genuine ghosts.
Watson Pritchard: Seven now. Maybe more before morning.
Eddie Baker: I had nothing to do with this! I was adopted!
Frederick Loren: This is Nora Manning, I picked her from the thousands of people who work for me because she needed the ten thousand more than most. She supports her whole family. Isn't she pretty?
Frederick Loren: It was my wife's idea to have our guests come in funeral cars. Her sense of humor is, shall we say, original? She's so amusing. I dreamed up the hearse, it's empty now but after a night in the house on Haunted Hill, who knows?
Lance Schroeder: I'm going to my room and if anybody comes in, I'll shoot him.
[looking at Ruth]
Lance Schroeder: Or her.
Steven H. Price: [on his newest rollercoaster] Ever see one that starts at the top? 20 stories worth of top.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [Stephen H. Price is sneaking out of the room] : And where are you off to, Mr. Price? Checking the wiring on the animatronic mummies?
Steven H. Price: I'm just gonna go take a leak, if it's okay with you.
Watson Pritchard: [Lance is found in a 'locked' room with a head injury he attributed to bumping it] I wonder why they didn't kill him.
Ruth: Who?
Watson Pritchard: He didn't bump his head, they hit him.
Ruth: They?
Frederick Loren: The party's starting now, and you have until midnight to find the house on Haunted Hill.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh Steven, you poor clueless old geek, all it would have taken was a simple divorce and ripping our prenup into tiny itsy bitsy little pieces, but no matter how it ended, please just know one thing. From the first moment I laid eyes on you I have always, always loved... your money. On the other hand, just the sight of you has made me want to puke.
Steven H. Price: [grabbing Evelyn by the throat, surprising her] Is that a fact, princess? I mean, you could have saved us all a great deal of time, not to mention money, if you'd have just let me in on it years ago.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: How?
Steven H. Price: You must be kidding me, I'm Steven goddamn Price.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [trying to talk while Steven is choking her] Sweetie?
Steven H. Price: Anything, angel, just speak it.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: What are you going to do?
Steven H. Price: Just what you wanted everyone here to believe in the first place. I'm gonna murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest of pleasure.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Witnesses.
Steven H. Price: [grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up off the floor] You're already dead, Evelyn.
[kisses her]
Steven H. Price: Happy birthday, baby.
Frederick Loren: This is Doctor David Trent, a psychiatrist. He claims that my ghosts will help his work on hysteria, but don't you see a little touch of greed around the mouth and eyes?
Frederick Loren: I am Frederick Loren, and I have rented the house on Haunted Hill tonight so that my wife can give a party. She's so amusing. There'll be food and drink and ghosts, and perhaps even a few murders. You're all invited. If any of you will spend the next twelve hours in this house, I will give you each ten thousand dollars, or your next of kin in case you don't survive. Ah, but here come our other guests.
Lance Schroeder: [shows severed head found in Nora's closet] What do you know about this?
Watson Pritchard: They've taken her. In a little while she'll be one of them.
Lance Schroeder: WHERE'S NORA? Where is she?
Watson Pritchard: It's too late, it's too late, you'll never find her again!
Lance Schroeder: Pritchard, if you know where she is you better tell me now!
Watson Pritchard: She's gone! She's gone with them, and there's nothing you can do about it.
[a woman screams from somewhere in the house, then chokes and becomes silent]
Watson Pritchett: [talking to Eddie] Price didn't make the list, the house did... Cause she's a vengeful stupid whore!
[kicks machinery on last line]
Annabelle Loren: And you call this a party?
Frederick Loren: Could be.
Frederick Loren: [grabs Pritchard by the throat] What are you doing in here?
Watson Pritchard: Wait! No, wait!
Frederick Loren: What do you mean coming in here?
Watson Pritchard: I didn't want them to take her away!
Frederick Loren: You're drunk!
Watson Pritchard: They will if you don't watch her!
Frederick Loren: You're drunk! Alright, out with it, Pritchard. Why did you come into this room?
Watson Pritchard: I'm the only one that understands.
Frederick Loren: Understands what?
Watson Pritchard: Your wife isn't there anymore. She's already joined them!
Evelyn Stockard-Price: I gave you a goddamn guest list two pages long. Where the hell are they?
Steven H. Price: Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own - a group so hungry for money they'd do anything. I thought you'd be more comfortable with your peers.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Congratu-fucking-lations!
Steven H. Price: [after throwing a wrench and disengaging the lock-down] So much for a PhD in engineering.
Nora Manning: [comes around corner, whispering] Lance, hide me, please, hide me!
Lance Schroeder: What?
Nora Manning: Hide me!
[they go to his room and lock the door, she regains her voice]
Nora Manning: He tried to kill me! He grabbed me and choked me and put me in that room, and then he went away and left me!
Lance Schroeder: Who?
Nora Manning: He thought I was dead!
Lance Schroeder: Who?
Nora Manning: Mr. Loren.
Lance Schroeder: Are you sure about this?
Nora Manning: I don't know, it was dark but it must've been him.
Lance Schroeder: Has anybody seen you since he left you?
Nora Manning: I don't know. I heard some people in that room but I went by and nobody saw me.
Lance Schroeder: Mrs. Loren is dead.
Nora Manning: But how?
Lance Schroeder: Loren said she committed suicide, but I think somebody killed her.
Nora Manning: Him?
Eddie Baker: I've never in my life met an executive who could tie their shoes, much less rewire an entire building.
Sara Wolfe: There's always exceptions.
Eddie Baker: No. Come on, what's the truth?
Sara Wolfe: The truth is if we keep taking rights, we're going to have to end up where we started.
Peter Graves: Dr. Richard Benjamin Vannacutt. He out-butchered Bundy, made Manson look meek.
Watson Pritchard: [looking at blood stain on ceiling] See that stain? Blood. A young girl was killed here... and whatever got her wasn't human.

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