Watson Pritchett: I lied. The house is alive. We're all gonna die.
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?
[after Price receives a call from Evelyn]
Channel 3 Reporter: So Mr. Price, business or pleasure?
Steven H. Price: Neither. My wife.
Eddie Baker: Oh, so then we'll just stay here 'til morning.
Watson Pritchett: I'm sure we'll be mutilated beyond recognition by then.
Steven H. Price: Let's go down and greet your guests. Show them the real you: corny as Kansas on the fourth of July.
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.
Eddie Baker: Me and you all three. Woowho, lets boogie.
Eddie Baker: What good is a million dollars when you're dead?
Sara Wolfe: I am so fucking far from alright, that its not even funny! Someone or something just tried to drown me in a tank of blood the size of a Buick!
Watson Pritchett: That, what just happened to you there, that was nothing. You've just been playing with the ghosts. Wait til somebody lets out the real darkness in this place, thats... thats a whole new bunch of crazy shit! You'll hate that shit!
[Hearing the screaming from another part of the house]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Guess old Melissa found what she was looking for.
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!
[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"
Steven H. Price: Sure is a funky old house, ain't it?
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.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh, Steven, you poor, clueless old geek. No matter how it ended, just
know one thing: ever since I first laid eyes on you, I have always loved... your money.
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