- Sister Jude Martin: When I was a child, I'd come home after school to an empty house. My father had flown the coop. My mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely, so I brought in a baby squirrel I'd found and kept him in a shoe box. And then one day when I came home, he looked sickly. He was dead already, but I didn't know that. I'd forgotten to... feed him for a couple days. So I took him out of the box, and I laid him on the table, and I prayed my heart out for several hours. And when my mother came home and found us, she screamed bloody murder, and she picked him up and threw him in the garbage. She worked hard, my mother. She was exhausted, and she couldn't have known how cruel that was. But I cried and cried, saying, "God didn't answer my prayers." I remember, my mother was pouring herself a whiskey- the Martin family cure for everything. She looked at me and laughed. "God always answers our prayers, Judy. It's just rarely the answer we're looking for."
- Lana Winters: I think I made a wrong turn.
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: I see you found my little... hobby.
- Lana Winters: You make furniture?
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: Lamps, mainly. I make the shades myself.
- Lana Winters: Really? What kind of material do you use?
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: Skin.
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: You've had an incredibly stressful day. I'm going to prescribe a little something to take the edge off.
- Lana Winters: I don't want any medicine.
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: A big delicious glass of wine.
- Lana Winters: Well, that doesn't sound half bad.
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: White or red?
- Lana Winters: Red.
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: You're gonna write about this, and you're gonna win a Pulitzer Prize. I just know, it Lana. You are the person to tell my story.
- Lana Winters: *Your* story?
- Kit Walker: Now?
- Sister Mary Eunice McKee: Yes. If you hurry, you might be able to have supper.
- Kit Walker: Supper? I thought you were taking me for the operation.
- Sister Mary Eunice McKee: No, Kit. Sister Jude changed her mind. She said you showed signs of true redemption. You're being released from solitary. Yay.
- Kit Walker: What about Grace?
- Sister Mary Eunice McKee: Oh, I haven't forgotten about her.
- Grace Bertrand: I can't believe you'll hear me say this, but I actually miss the food from the kitchen.
- Sister Mary Eunice McKee: Oh, you won't be eating tonight. No food for 12 hours before the procedure.
- Grace Bertrand: You said Sister Jude changed her mind.
- Sister Mary Eunice McKee: For Kit. Rest up, dear. You're going under the knife in the morning, you'll need your strength.
- Grace Bertrand: No. No. You can't do that! Let me out! Come back! Let me out! Let me out! Someone!
- [Screams]
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: Sounds to me like a classic case of postpartum psychosis.
- Sister Jude Martin: How long have you been standing there, Dr. Buttinski?
- Lana Winters: [Discovers Wendy's frozen corpse in Dr. Thredson's lair] Wendy. Oh, my God. Wendy.
- [Sobbing]
- Lana Winters: Wendy!
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: She's been on ice for awhile. I was hoping she'd be a little more pliable by the time you came to.
- Lana Winters: [Whispering] What's happening?
- [shouting]
- Lana Winters: What did you do to her?
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: Kept her fresh. Normally, by now I would've... removed the skin. And head. But we need to keep her around a little longer for our purposes. We're going to continue our therapy now, Lana. You can begin... by kissing her cold lips. Don't worry. She won't bite.
- [Puts on Bloody Face mask]
- Dr. Oliver Thredson: I took her teeth.
- [Lana screams]
- Sister Jude Martin: Where did you get the gun, Anne?
- Anne Frank: I took it off one of those detectives. And it's a good thing I did. He would've killed me.
- Sister Jude Martin: Dr. Arden?
- Anne Frank: Gruper. Hans Gruper. I told you. He's a Nazi. The thing in his lab- did you see it?
- Sister Jude Martin: What thing? What do you think you saw?
- Anne Frank: Oh, God. He got rid of it before anyone could see.
- Sister Jude Martin: Dr. Arden was in no condition to do any such thing. When I arrived, he was being rushed to the hospital.
- Anne Frank: Good. I hope he dies.
- Sister Jude Martin: Now come on. Wake up. He's not going to die. He'll be back here, and soon. Maybe with the police. Maybe with the monsignor. You could end up on his operating table and I out in the street. So before that happens, I want you to tell me what you think you saw.
- Anne Frank: Go and look.
- Sister Jude Martin: We did look. Now, Frank says you claimed to have seen... some sort of creature that was alive. Maybe it escaped on its own?
- Anne Frank: I doubt that, Sister. It- It had no legs!
- Sister Jude: You know, when I was a child, I'd come after school to an empty house. My Father had flown the coop and my Mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely... so, I brought in a baby squirrel I'd found and kept him in a shoe box. Then one day, when I came home, he looked sickly. He was dead already, but I didn't know that. I'd forgotten to... feed him... for a couple days. So, I took him out of the box and I laid him on the table and I prayed my heart out... for several hours. And when my Mother came home and found him, she screamed bloody murder and she picked him up and she threw him in the garbage.
- [Soft chuckle]
- Sister Jude: She worked hard, my Mother. She was exhausted and she couldn't have known... how cruel that was. But I cried and cried saying... , "God didn't answer my prayers".
- [Chuckles]
- Sister Jude: I remember... my Mother was pouring herself a whiskey, the Martin family cure for everything... she looked at me and laughed. "God always answers our prayers, Judy. It's just rarely... the answer we're looking for". It's over for me, Frank. My goose is cooked.