Leonora Fiske: Ellen, you're a hypocrite! You're worse! You're a cheat! You meant to foist your wretched brood upon me and bleed me white! And when I saw through your little scheme, you had the insolence to turn on me and abuse me! But you've chosen the wrong woman! You get those sisters of yours out of the house at once! And you take a month's wages and go with them.

Louisa Creed: I hate the dark. It frightens me.
Sister Theresa: It shouldn't, my dear. Don't you believe we're watched over?
Louisa Creed: Oh yes. But I'm never quite sure who's watching us.

Ellen Creed: Hell is like the kingdom of Heaven. It's within.

Ellen Creed: It takes a lot of courage to kill for the first time, Albert. Once you've sold your soul to the devil, it becomes easier. Much easier.

Emily Creed: I won't swear on the Bible. It's wicked.

Albert Feather: How about makin' the most of a male fish now one has been washed up, ay? What about a smacker?
Lucy: No, you mustn't! I don't know you!
Albert Feather: You don't have to know people to kiss them.
Lucy: I do!

Albert Feather: Well, Auntie, where's your cane? From the look on your face, I'd say that you're about to take down my britches and give me a dozen.