Jacob Elordi credited as playing...
The Creature
- The Creature: An idea, a feeling became clear to me. The hunter did not hate the wolf. The wolf did not hate the sheep. But violence felt inevitable between them. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world. It would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.
- The Creature: I will make you bleed. I will make you humble. You may be my creator, but from this day forward, I will be your master.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: In you, I have created something truly horrible.
- The Creature: Not something. Someone.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I am sorry. Regret consumes me. And I now regard my life for what it was.
- The Creature: You will go now, creator. Fade away. It will all be but a brief moment. My birth. My grief. Your loss. I will not be punished, nor absolved. What hope I had, what rage... It is all nothing. The tide that brought me here now comes to take you away. Leaving me stranded.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: Forgive me. My son. And if you have it in your heart, forgive yourself into existence. If death is not to be, then consider this, my son. While you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live? Live. Say my name. My father gave me that name, and it meant nothing. Now I ask you to give it back to me... one last time. The way you said it at the beginning. When it meant the world to you.
- The Creature: Victor. I forgive you. Rest now, Father. Perhaps now, we can both be human.
- The Creature: I found what I am. What I'm made from. I am the child of a charnel house. A wreckage, assembled from refuse and discarded dead. A monster.
- Blind Man: I know what you are. A good man. And you are my friend.
- The Creature: I need you to make a companion for me. One like me.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: A companion? I see. Another monster.
- The Creature: Yes. We can be monsters together.
- The Creature: You gave me life unwanted. I give it back to you. You thought me a monster. Now I return the favor.
- The Creature: Make one like me.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: And then what? Procreation. Reproduction. Mm... A home? A grave? Death begetting death begetting death. A race of devils propagated upon the earth. Obscenity perpetuating itself.
- The Creature: I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am.