Peter Allison: I don't know. It all sounds like a lot of supernatural baloney to me.
Dr. Vitus Verdegast: Supernatural, perhaps. Baloney, perhaps not. There are many things under the sun.

Hjalmar Poelzig: Come, Vitus, are we men or are we children?

Hjalmar Poelzig: The phone is dead. Do you hear that, Vitus? Even the phone is dead.

Hjalmar Poelzig: Vitus! Your are mad.

Hjalmar Poelzig: You say your soul was killed, that you have been dead all these years. And what of me? Did we not both die here in Marmorus 15 years ago? Are we any the less victims of the war than those whose bodies were torn asunder? Are we not both the living dead? And now you come to me, playing at being an avenging angel, childishly thirsting for my blood. We understand each other too well. We know too much of life.