Paul Toombes: Miss Peters, as they say in horror movies, you will come to a bad end.
Paul Toombes: Everybody thinks I'm dead, including myself.
Herbert Flay: But you're dead. You're dead!
Paul Toombes: Why did you do it, my friend? You killed Ellen... and all of the others, too. You wanted everybody to think that it was me. Why, Herbert? Why did you want to destroy me? You love Dr. Death.
Paul Toombes: Now I must play the final scene, the death of Dr Death!
Quayle: I don't make that cheap crap any more. I'm in television now.
Paul Toombes: Television? I thought that was a family medium.
Quayle: Well, that's Hollywood for you, sweetheart. He's on the make. She's on the take.
Villager in Movie: Dr. Death, where are you? Let's smoke him out!
Carol: So you're the one who better watch it, mate.
Paul Toombes: Your drama school accent is slipping.
Faye: It's your favorite, Paul. Sour cream and red herrings.
Faye: Why not? After all, it IS my house. Paul, are you here? No, you're never here when I need you.