- Pamela Fitzgerald: Well, I must dash back to Lizzie. We're fighting over how much Sherry to put in a tipsy pudding. She wants to make it dead drunk.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: [narration] They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists gather here... and sea fog... and eerie stories...
- Roderick Fitzgerald: That's not because there are most ghosts here then other places, mind you. It's just that people who live here about are strangely aware of them. You see, day and night, year in, year out, they listen to the pound and stir of the waves. There's life and death in that restless sound. And eternity too.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: If you listen to it long enough, all your senses are sharpened. You come by strange instincts. You get to recognize a peculiar cold that is the first warning. A cold which is no mere matter of degrees Farenheit, but a draining of warmth from the vital centers of the living.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Loads of people tell me they would've felt it. Even outside that locked door. We didn't. They can't understand why we didn't know what it meant when our dog wouldn't go up those stairs. Animals see the blasted things that appears.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Well, my sister Pamela and I knew nothing about such matters. Not then we didn't. We had the disadvantage of being Londoners, just down for a fortnight's rest. That 10th day of May, 1937 was the end of our holiday.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Now, don't get rattled, Pam. There's a logical explanation for this.
- Pamela Fitzgerald: Such as?
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Well, you can't expect me to give it to you offhand, but it stands to reason.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Anyway, how do we know the place is for sale?
- Pamela Fitzgerald: Oh, Rick, life isn't as cruel as that. It's got to be.
- Stella Meredith: [realizing Rick has written the music he is playing] You made that up?
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Yes.
- Stella Meredith: But you must be brilliant.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Oh, dazzling. People have to wear sunglasses.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: You're 20 and you're pretty. You shouldn't be wasting a single second looking back on three little years. You should be having fun.
- Pamela Fitzgerald: Oh, how I do hate living in a London flat.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: Well, I suppose if you're brought up in an old house you always hanker for one.
- Pamela Fitzgerald: You'll go back to London on your own, of course, while I stay here.
- Roderick Fitzgerald: What, rolled up in a blanket like a squaw?
- Pamela Fitzgerald: At the inn, idiot.
- Pamela Fitzgerald: You know, you learn the oddest things when you garden. Did you know there's an upside-down to seeds?
- Pamela Fitzgerald: [as Pam and Rod walk into the empty studio room] Well, now we know... the one ugly room in the house!