- [first lines]
- The Emperor: I am Criswell. For years, I have told the almost unbelievable, related the unreal and showed it to be more than a fact. Now I tell a tale of the threshold people, so astounding that some of you may faint. This is a story of those in the twilight time. Once human, now monsters, in a void between the living and the dead. Monsters to be pitied, monsters to be despised. A night with the ghouls, the ghouls reborn from the innermost depths of the world.
- Bob: Seeing a cemetery on a night like this can stir in the mind the best ideas for a good horror story.
- Shirley: But there's so many wonderful things to write about, Bob.
- Bob: Sure there are, and I've tried them all. Plays, love stories, westerns, dog stories... now there was a good one, that dog story, all about -
- Shirley: But horror stories? Why all the time horror stories?
- Bob: Shirley, I wrote for years without selling a single word. My monsters have done well for me. You think I'd give that up, just so I could write about trees, or dogs, or daisies?
- [chuckles]
- Bob: Daisies! That's it, I'll write about my creatures who are pushing up the daisies.
- [he kisses her]
- Bob: Your puritan upbringing holds you back from my monsters, but it certainly doesn't hurt your art of kissing.
- Shirley: That's life. My kisses are alive.
- Bob: [chuckles] Who's to say my monsters aren't alive?
- The Emperor: It will please me very much to see the Slave Girl with her tortures.
- Slave Dance: [getting a whipping] Oh... ugh... umm...
- The Emperor: Torturer, torturer - it pleasures me!
- The Emperor: If I am not pleased with tonight's entertainment, I shall banish their souls to everlasting damnation!
- The Black Ghoul: The moon is almost gone.
- The Emperor: There is yet time. Don't you want your own pleasure?
- The Black Ghoul: Oh if there was only time.
- The Emperor: Ah there is always time! All in good time. There is always time! You shall have your pleasures. That, I decree.
- Shirley: Could it be some sort of college initiation?
- Bob: It's an initiation all right. But not of a college as you and I know them.
- [pointing to topless dancer]
- Bob: Nothing alive looks like that.
- Shirley: Can't we get out of here?
- Bob: I'm not sure.
- Shirley: What do you mean?
- Bob: I'm not sure myself. It's just a feeling I've had since the crash, like, like I feel a cold chill all over.
- Bob: You're talking nonsense.
- Shirley: Oh no I'm not, these heathens probably have an open grave for us.
- Bob: They wouldn't dare put both of us in the same grave. Or would they?
- Shirley: I should hope not. I hate you.
- Bob: That sudden?
- Shirley: Yes, that sudden. If it weren't for you we wouldn't be hunting for an old cemetery on a night like this. It's all your fault.
- Bob: And I thought you loved me.
- The Emperor: [to Shirley] Have you not enjoyed the evening's festivities? Ah that will soon change when you become one of us.
- The Wolfman: Aaaoooooooooo!
- The Emperor: It would seem that the wolfman would have you for his own.
- Shirley: [screams]
- The Emperor: I have promised both the wolfman and the mummy a reward. It could be that you are that reward.
- Shirley: [screams]
- The Emperor: You need not worry. Not just now, anyway.
- Bob: Leave her alone you fiend!
- The Emperor: Fiend, is it? You will not be so fortunate. Your existence will cease within moments. No one wishes to see a man dance.
- [to Shirley]
- The Emperor: And you my dear will entertain for centuries to come.