Nigel Hartley: I happened to be staying in the neighborhood, and hearing of your master's illness I took the liberty of calling. How is he tonight?
Laing: He'll never see the morning.
Nigel Hartley: He has not asked for anyone of my cloth?
Laing: Nor will he. He's set in his ways, and they are the ways of the heathen.
Nigel Hartley: I know he won't see the rector, but though I'm a comparative stranger, I don't like to leave a man to die like that.
Laing: He'll die in his own fashion as he has lived.
Nigel Hartley: Still, sometimes at the end...
Laing: Not him! He's stubborn and unbending and will be so at the throne itself!

Doctor: [referring to Morlant] What was the idea of bandaging his hand like that?
Laing: I cannot say. He had many a queer fancy.

Prof. Morlant: You're afraid of me!
Laing: [Shakes his head] I'm afraid FOR you.
Prof. Morlant: [Referring to the jewel] If this should leave me, you'll have reason to fear... for when the full moon strikes the door of my tomb, I will come back. You hear? I will come back to kill!

Broughton: Almost his last words were a threat to return from the dead. In my opinion, he was mad!

Broughton: I advise you to be very careful, Laing.
Laing: I've a careful nature.
Broughton: You may be putting yourself perilously near dishonesty.
Laing: I've seen men nearer.

Broughton: We all know that dead men don't come back.

Nigel Hartley: I'm sorry there should be this sort of atmosphere. After all, we're only ships that pass in the night.
Broughton: Hmmm. Do you want a drink, or will you pass now?
Aga Ben Dragore: [as the romantic Kaney is making tea for the household] Six cups? That's just... just four too many.
[Grabbing her hand]
Aga Ben Dragore: Eh?
Kaney: Tell me about Egypt. Have you ever seen a shiek?
Aga Ben Dragore: [Imperiously folding his arms a la Valentino] I am one!
Kaney: [Shocked] What?

Kaney: That's the last time I'll ever try to make coffee in a strange house!