Melinda:It's the Devil! Hornbeck: Hello Devil, welcome to Hell.

Drummond: I'm getting damn tired of you, Hornbeck. Hornbeck: Why?

Hornbeck: Cynical? That's my fascination. Hornbeck: I'm both poles and the equator with no temperate zone in between.

Mrs Blair: Would you care to finish off the prickled apricots?

Howard (to a worm): What do you wanna be when you grow up?

Drummond: The individual human mind. In a child’s power to master the multiplication table there is more sanctity than in all your shouted “Amens!”, “Holy, Holies!” and “Hosannahs!” An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral. And the advance of man’s knowledge is more of a miracle than any sticks turned to snakes, or the parting of waters!

Drummond: All shine, and no substance! [Turning to Cates] Bert, whenever you see something bright, shining, perfect-seeming—all gold, with purple spots—look behind the paint! And if it’s a lie—show it up for what it really is!