- James Whale: Ma'am, may I introduce Mr Clayton Boone, my gardener.
- Clayton Boone: How do you do? Clay Boone.
- Princess Margaret: Quite. I adore gardens.
- James Whale: He's never met a princess, only queens.
- James Whale: [while sketching Boone] Oh, that shirt, Mr. Boone.
- Clayton Boone: Hmm?
- James Whale: Yes, I-I am sorry. It's just too white. It's too distracting. Would it be asking you too much to take it off?
- Clayton Boone: [nervous] Well, I'm not wearing an undershirt today.
- James Whale: Oh, pish posh, I'm not your Aunt Tillie.
- James Whale: Making movies is the most wonderful thing in the world. Working with friends - entertaining people - yes, I suppose I miss it.
- Ernest Thesiger: [speaking to Colin Clive about the implications behind the Bride of Frankenstein's dress and hair] I gather we not only did her hair, but dressed her. What a couple of queens we are, Colin.
- James Whale: Yes, that's right, a couple of flaming queens. Pretorius is a little bit in love with Dr. Frankenstein, you know.
- Clayton Boone: No, I don't have a girlfriend.
- James Whale: Why not?
- Clayton Boone: You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.
- James Whale: Who is this new yardman?
- Hannah: Mr. Bugen... something B... I don't know. He came cheap!
- Hannah: Poor Mr. Jimmy. There is much good in him, but he will suffer the fires of hell.
- Clayton Boone: Oh yeah?
- Hannah: That is what the priests tell me. His sins of the flesh will keep him from heaven.
- Clayton Boone: Hell, everybody's got those.
- Hannah: No. His is the worst. The unspeakable. The deed no man can name without shame. What is the good English? All I know is bugger, he's a bugger, men who bugger each other...
- Clayton Boone: A homo?
- Hannah: *Yes*, you *know*...
- Hannah: Oh, men! Always pulling legs. Everything is comedy. Oh, how very amusing. How marvelously droll.
- [Hannah is disturbed by the image of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein's Monster]
- Hannah: Oh, that monster. How could you be working with him?
- James Whale: Don't be daft. He's a very proper actor... and the dullest fellow imaginable.
- Clayton Boone: Well, um, w-what were some of your movies?
- James Whale: Oh, this and that. The only ones that you may have heard of are the Frankenstein movies.
- Clayton Boone: Frankenstein? And, um, uh, Bride of Frankenstein? And the Son of? And the other ones too?
- James Whale: Uh, no, I-I just directed the first two. The others were done by hacks.
- James Whale: Hatred was the only thing that kept my soul alive. And amongst the men I hated... was my dear old dumb father, who put me in that hell in the first place.
- Betty: I bet he's some fruit just pretending to be famous so that he can get in the big guy's pants.
- Clayton Boone: What makes you say that?
- Betty: Just thinking out loud.
- Clayton Boone: Well, why don't you just keep your dirty thoughts to yourself?
- Betty: Alright then, he's interested in you for your conversation. We all know what a great talker you are.
- Clayton Boone: Fuck you.
- Betty: Not anymore you don't.
- Clayton Boone: The monster's lonely. He wants a friend. A girlfriend. Somebody. What's so sick about that?
- James Whale: Am I right in assuming, Mr. Kay, that it's not me that you're interested in, but only my horror pictures?
- Edmund Kay: No, but it's the horror movies you'll be remembered for.
- James Whale: I'm not dead yet, Mr. Kay.
- James Whale: Bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling? Grave, where thy victory?
- James Whale: It is kind of you to indulge your elders in their vices. Just as I indulge the young in theirs.
- James Whale: I suppose you'd like the top down?
- Clayton Boone: If that's all right with you.
- James Whale: Nothing would please me more.
- James Whale: There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks.
- Clayton Boone: Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?
- Clayton Boone: What was that all about?
- [referring to conversation between Whale and Cuckor]
- James Whale: Oh, don't worry. Nothing of any importance. Just two old men slapping each other with lilies.
- Betty: Sounds screwy to me. I can't imagine a real artist wanting to spend time looking at that kisser.
- Clayton Boone: Oh, yeah? Well, this kisser wasn't so bad that you couldn't lay under it a couple of times.
- [last lines]
- Michael Boone: [viewing James Whale's illustration of Clayton as Frankenstein's monster] Is this for real?
- Dana Boone: Clay, take out the trash before it rains.
- Clayton Boone: Come on.
- [first lines]
- Hannah: [whispering] She was ugly when I brought her. I not like her. Mr. Jimmy not like her. Better you indicate, Mr. David.
- David Lewis: Stop.
- Hannah: Shhh.
- Hannah: Mr. Boone. He is an interesting friend.
- James Whale: I'd hardly call our yardman a friend.
- Hannah: No. But someone you can talk to.
- James Whale: [Whale stops, turns to Hanna] Do you miss having someone to talk to, Hanna?
- Hannah: I have my family. Also our Lord Jesus Christ.
- James Whale: Of course. How is the old boy these days?
- James Whale: [during lightning storm] Perfect night for mystery and horror... The air itself is filled with monsters.
- Clayton Boone: [speaking about joining the marines] It was a chance to be a part of something important. Something that's, that's bigger than yourself.
- James Whale: So, what happened?
- Clayton Boone: Didn't have the guts for it... Literally. My appendix *burst*... They gave me a medical discharge. And the only thing I can think is how the hell am I gonna tell my father?
- [pauses]
- Clayton Boone: And you know what happened when I finally did tell him?
- [pauses]
- Clayton Boone: He laughed at me.
- [pauses]
- Clayton Boone: Well, that's the breaks, huh? So... no war stories for this pup.
- James Whale: That's where you're wrong, Clayton... You just told me one... A very good story indeed.
- Hannah: [referring to Clayton while meeting with James] He looks plenty big. He won't need my help if anything goes flooey.