Deborah McCoy: [Referring to Arlene] That woman engaged to him! I don't believe it!
Mme. Brizar: Well, for two years everybody else has believed it.
Deborah McCoy: Two years! Well, he can't love her very much.
Mme. Brizar: Debbie, for all our sakes forget about Captain Kingston.
Deborah McCoy: And leave him at the mercy of that ill-mannered witch? I couldn't. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into!
Mme. Brizar: [sighs] Doesn't that apply to most husbands?


--Elsa Lanchester (as ) in Buccaneer's Girl

[first lines]
Lord Byron: Prologue
[looking out the window at a thunderstorm]
Lord Byron: How beautifully dramatic! The cruelest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without.
[turns to face Mary and Percy Shelley, both seated]
Lord Byron: And we three. We elegant three within. I should like to think that an irate Jehovah was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head. The unbowed head of George Gordon, Lord Byron. England's greatest sinner. But I cannot flatter myself to that extent. Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley. Heavens applause for England's greatest poet.
Percy Shelley: What of my Mary?
Lord Byron: She's an angel.
Mary Shelley: You think so?


--Elsa Lanchester (as Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley / The Monster's Bride) in Bride of Frankenstein

Miss Plimsoll: [hands Sir Wilfrid his thermos bottle] Sir Wilfrid, you've forgotten your brandy!


--Elsa Lanchester (as Miss Plimsoll) in Witness for the Prosecution