► From
Macabra (1981)
Broke businessman: Do you realise all
the money I borrowed? I feel like some fool who takes all his
grandmother's money and goes to Las Vegas and loses it all.
Possessed victim: Either you cut my hand
off or I'll kill you!
Helpful medical advice:
This is going to be very painful, because it cauterises as it
cuts.
[As it beats
as it sweeps as it cleans....]
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► From
Mesa Of Lost Women (1953)
Narrator:
Strange! – the monstrous assurance of this race of puny bipeds
with overblown egos; the creature who calls himself ‘Man’! He
believes he owns the earth, and every living thing on it exists
only for his benefit. Yet how foolish he is! Consider:
even the lowly insect that Man trods underfoot outweighs
humanity several times, and outnumbers him by countless
billions! In the continuing war for survival between Man and the
hexapods, only an utter fool would bet against the insects. Let
a man or woman venture from the well-beaten path of
civilisation, let him cross the threshold of the limited
intellect, and he encounters amazing, wondrous things; the
unknown, and terrible. If he escapes these weird adventures with
his life, he will usually find he left his reason behind.
Perhaps that is what happened to these two souls, lost
in the great Mexican desert. But then, ask yourself: why would
anyone trod from the usually well-travelled roads of this modern
age? – from the luxury of an air-conditioned automobile? It’s
difficult for our modern world of statistics and electronics to
accept miracles, but you could almost call this a miracle; a
genuine miracle. Out of hundreds and thousands of square miles
of heat and seared wasteland, where the vultures wait for the
other vultures to die, an American oil surveyor has
chosen to explore this particular terrible corner of
the earth. The Muerto
Desert; the Desert of Death!
This surveyor can hardly credit his eyes. Perhaps they are only
illusive images, produced by roasting the optic nerves? But if
they do exist, if they are living things from
somewhere, one fact is certain: miracle or not, they will not be
living things for long. The
Muerto
Desert, true to its name,
will soon convert them into dead things....
Narrator: Quite a story he’s
telling, isn’t it, Pepe? You heard from your people about Zarpa
Mesa, and the mysterious Dr Araña, even though your bosses
haven’t. So, why tell them? They would only laugh at you and
say, “Poor Pepe! You’re getting old!” But you’ve heard for years
about the grotesque and misshapen people; about the women –
strange women who do not die! No, Grant Phillips doesn’t
know the whole story. You see, he came into it rather late. It
actually began---oh, almost a year ago; the night Dr Leland
Masterson, the world famous specialist and researcher, found
himself in the middle of the Muerto Desert; the Desert of
Death!...
Narrator:
Apparently, they’ve come correctly; but to Masterson, it seems
strange. A man with the genius of Araña, building his laboratory
on an inaccessible mountaintop, in the middle of an uninhabited
desert!? Why Zarpa Mesa? ‘Why Zarpa Mesa’, indeed.... A natural
question, doctor, and one that was soon to be answered –
although in a way so fantastic and horrible, as to make a man of
science doubt his senses!
Mad scientist:
I trust your journey was pleasant?
Sane scientist:
Well, moderately. I must confess, though, that I
was a trifle uneasy when your driver headed into the
Muerto
Desert! But everything
seems to have worked out.
Mad scientist:
The sentimental human mind being what it is,
this is the only sort of a place I could find to carry out my
work.
Sane scientist:
These papers on the anterior lobe of the
pituitary, and the effects of the specific hormones on other
living things--- Quite the most remarkable endocrine series I’ve
ever read!
Mad scientist:
Why, thank you, doctor! Coming from the world’s
leading organotherapist, a fine compliment!
Sane scientist:
That’s why I jumped at the chance to come here –
work with you – study your theories!
Mad scientist:
Let us understand one thing, doctor:
these....are not ‘theories’.
Sane scientist:
Not
theories!?
Mad scientist: I
have successfully proved every point, over and over again in my
laboratory.
Sane scientist:
Wait a minute! You want me to believe that you
have produced these....things....by
experimentation!?
Mad scientist:
And many more.
Sane scientist:
Then my eyes weren’t playing tricks!
Mad scientist:
So you can see why such work as this must be
completed inside a mountaintop, amidst this desolation.
Mad scientist:
And then, experimenting one day upon the
hexapods, I came upon the
Theraphosidae family---
Sane scientist:
The tarantula?
Mad scientist:
Exactly! The tarantulas began to yield amazing
results. They grew as large as human beings, and began
developing new reasoning powers; and I found I had the
telepathic power to communicate with them. And then I reversed
the process; transplanted the control centre of the insect back
into the human body. Doctor, observe this girl! I call her
‘Tarantella’. She has human beauty and intelligence, but still
retains the capacities and instincts of the giant spider.
Sane scientist:
How so?
Mad scientist:
She has the
indestructibility of the insect. If her body were to be damaged,
if she were to lose an arm or a leg – she could grow a new one.
I suspect Tarantella may survive for hundreds and hundreds of
years!
Mad scientist:
If we are successful, I shall have a super
female spider! – with a thinking and reasoning brain. A creature
that someday may control the world! – subject to
my will!
Sane scientist:
No! No! You can’t do these things! You’re
tampering with the work of the Creator!
Mad scientist:
Gibberish!
Sane scientist:
Why, you’re evil! This place is like--- You must
be destroyed! You, and all the foul things you’ve made!
Mad scientist:
Your choice, doctor. A very poor choice! Of
course, you know I cannot let you leave this place.
Sane scientist:
Somehow, some way, I’ll find a way to put an end
to you and your ghastly experiments!
[A henchwoman
injects him; he collapses]
Mad scientist:
Regrettable. I was hoping for a colleague, but.... Well, at
least we have another experimental subject.
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► From
The Mind Ripper (1995)
Creation: You fed me soup.
Scientist: Chicken noodle.
Creation: You read to me.
Scientist: The ‘Hardy Boys’.
Creation: Yes. I
liked them....
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► From
Monster From The Ocean Floor (1954)
Scientist:
Did you know that over 70% of the earth’s
surface is covered with water? Why, the Pacific alone here has
an area of over 73 million square miles! The Atlantic--- Oh, I’m
sorry! There I go, making noises like a biologist again!
Scientist: Those tiny
active particles are various forms of protozoa, for their size
the most deadly in the world. It’s lucky for us they never grow
any bigger than this!
First scientist:
Some pretty good-sized fish
stray into that cove. My guess is, she snagged onto an
irate stingray. Hmm…. Doesn’t look like the flesh of a
stingray….
Second scientist:
Or any other fish I’ve ever seen!
First scientist:
I’ve got an idea: let’s see what some of this canned meat will
do to this stuff…. Why – it’s disintegrating!
Second scientist:
Intercellular absorption!
First scientist:
Why, it’s assimilating the meat! Organic life of some kind….but
– but what?
Second scientist:
It could be an amoeba, but I’ve only seen it in the most minute
size.
First scientist:
What could cause it to grow out of proportion this way?
Second scientist:
It could be one of many things. A freak accident. Dietary
supplements. It even could be caused by – the radiation from the
Bikini explosion….
First scientist:
It could absorb a man!
Second scientist:
Or – a woman…!
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►
From
On The Beach (1959)
Scientist:
Do you really want to know who I
think started the war?
Sailor:
Yeah!
Scientist:
Why?
Sailor:
Well - you’re an egghead, aren’t you?
Party guest [to American naval officer]:
My second husband was an American. We travelled all over the
world, and everywhere we went, he would say to people, "I
am an American! I
am an American!" They finally shot him in one of those Eastern
countries....
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►
From
Orca (1977)
Biologist:
So, you refuse to quit?
Fisherman:
That’s not my style either. Especially
when a pretty and intelligent girl like you tells me that I’m
dumber than a fish.
Biologist:
Forget what I
said. I thought you were an insensitive boor and I exaggerated
to make a point. I was wrong. You’re a
sensitive boor.
Immortal lyrics:
I will bring
the sun through darkened clouds
And I will leave with you rainbows for your eyes
Rainbows for your eyes
Now, my love, we are one
We are one
We are one, cried my love
Let me lead you where the moonlit waters fall
Shadows softly call
My love, we are one
We are one
We are one, cried my love
Let me lead you where the stillness of the night
Delivered dawn’s first light
My love, we are one
We are one
We are one
We are one
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►
From
Orgy Of The Dead (1972)
Policeman: It
doesn’t look good for you! Your statements about zombies don’t
hold water!
Mad doctor: Kill you myself? No. I have my zombies
for this. Incredible, isn’t it?
Hero: But how can you do this?
Mad doctor: I’ve put inside their brains
a small capsule which maintains the life of certain senses. They
can move their limbs and hear. I haven’t yet been able to make
them see or speak, but I will with time.
Hero: Why do they obey you?
Mad doctor: Their brain capsules receive
impulses from my brain.
Hero: Hypnotism of the dead!?
Mad doctor: Why not? If you can with the
living who have a will, why not with the dead?
Hero: What do you intend to do?
Mad doctor: Nothing. My goals are purely
scientific. That’s why I killed Mihaly. He was a megalomaniac
and wanted to form an army. Can you imagine what an army like
that would be? – insensible to pain, without material wants or
emotions, and blind obedience?
Hero: Why did you kill the others?
Mad doctor: I assure you I’m the first
to regret it, but things became very complicated….
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► From
The Phantom From 10,000 Leagues (1956)
Daughter:
I’ve never seen you this detached from me – from reality.
Scientist:
I’m working on breathtaking
things, Lois! Great things!
Daughter:
And you still won’t tell me what it is?
Scientist:
Not yet.
Daughter:
You’ve got your own staff consumed with curiosity. Even your
secretary has asked me if I know what it is you’re doing behind
that tightly locked lab of yours!
Scientist:
She’s a sneaking, prying female! I should fire her! And I
suppose George is quizzing you, too?
Daughter:
A little. I think he feels a deep resentment because you cut him
off from your work so.
Scientist:
He’s an opportunist, not a scientist!
[I find that working
inside
a lab is a bit more productive….]
Investigator:
Oh, you’d be surprised to know how well Washington knows you!
Care to hear how famous you are? "Dr Stevens, oceanographer. One
of the leaders in his field. Author of two highly controversial
books, ‘Biological Effects Of Radiation On Marine Life’ and
‘Nature’s Own Death-Ray’."
Scientist:
You have
been busy, Mr Grant!
Investigator:
There’s more! "Dr Stevens, in a laboratory experiment,
successfully activated the hydrogen isotopes in heavy water to
form an atomic chain reaction. He called this development the
first workable death-ray." Suppose you tell me what you were
doing with that Geiger counter?
Scientist:
Well, I told you I thought the boat showed radiation burns. I
wanted to verify it. I did. Scientific curiosity, you might say!
Janitor:
You know what they’re saying in town? That nothing like this
ever happened until they opened this school here!
Janitor:
It ain’t normal – this carrying on!
Older scientist’s daughter:
You seem a little nervous, Mr Baxter!
Younger scientist:
Why don’t you call me ‘Ted’? ‘Mr Baxter’ seems so formal,
especially here at the beach!
First scientist:
I saw a fisherman’s body washed up on the shore last night.
Second scientist:
These men get very careless. They think they rule the sea, but
it’s just the opposite! The sea rules
us!
First scientist:
You say you made a close examination of this light?
Second scientist:
Not as close as I would have liked! It was being guarded by a –
a sea serpent! A hideous beast that defies description!
Second scientist:
Oh, doctor, if I didn’t know you were a scientist of high
standards, I’d say you were a victim of the ridiculous ‘Phantom’
stories that are running wild around the village!
First scientist:
Since marine life lives in a constant flow of heavy water, the
effect of radiation on it would be completely different than it
is on humans.
Second scientist:
That’s your theory on mutations, isn’t it, doctor?
First scientist:
Yes. And if what I believe is true, this monster that I saw in
the ocean was a mutation of some sea creature. You see, it draws
its energy from the nuclear light itself, just as plant life
needs the sun to grow on!
Second scientist:
Well, have you any evidence to support this
fantastic
theory of yours?
First scientist:
I created such a mutant in my own laboratory!
Second scientist:
Oh, come now, doctor!
First scientist:
I destroyed it, just as this creature must be destroyed! And the
knowledge that went into creating it!
Scientist:
Ethel, I consider you an intelligent woman. A bit bitter,
perhaps. No great lover of mankind. But still, intelligent….
Male traitor:
Where will I find you?
Female spy:
I’ll be spending most of my time soaking up a little sun at
Colby’s Point. That’s where we used to meet, remember?
Male traitor:
I remember. For quite a while we were just a man and a woman. I
didn’t know then that they could put beauty and poison together
so cleverly in one package!
Female spy:
Ha, ha, ha!
Scientist:
Dr Stevens is a very bright young man. Sometimes I think he’s
too
bright!
Daughter:
Too bright? I don’t understand what you mean!
Scientist:
Oh, just an old coot thinking out loud!
[Being ‘too bright’ is
obviously not an affliction that runs in
this
family….]
Scientist:
You know, science is a devouring mistress! She devours all who
seek to fathom her mysteries. And for every secret she reveals,
she demands a price – a price that a scientist must be prepared
to pay. Even at the cost of his life – or the life of others who
stand in the way of his search!
Daughter:
You say that almost as though you were threatening
me!
Scientist:
You? Ha, ha, ha! What nonsense!
Scientist:
Knowledge sometimes has jaws, like a steel trap! And it can
destroy either the hunter or the hunted!
Daughter:
You frighten me when you talk like that!
Janitor:
Do you mean to say that’s one of God’s creatures?
Scientist:
No, Andy, that’s one of man’s follies – and I pray to
God there’ll
never be another!
Older scientist’s daughter:
I know he meant this power to help humanity, not destroy it!
Younger scientist:
I’m sure
he did. And he paid for his mistake. Nature has many secrets
that man mustn’t disturb. This
was one of them!
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►
From
Project X (1968)
Scientist:
How much has Dr Crowther told you?
Nurse:
Only that Hagan Arnold was on a special mission in Sino-Asia.
Did he fail?
Scientist:
No, no, on the contrary, he was quite successful. He was sent to
confirm the rumour that the Sinoese were mass-producing male
babies.
Nurse:
Only boys?
Scientist:
Scientific breakthrough!
Military man:
We’ve got to find out what that message meant!
First scientist:
We’ve tried.
Military man:
As far as I can see, not hard enough!
Second scientist:
There’s resistance, and that resistance is in Hagan Arnold’s
brain.
Third scientist:
Dr Crowther was right.
Military man:
I’m not interested in who’s right or wrong! I want results!
Second scientist:
There’s nothing else we can do! Now, you’ve got to reconcile
yourself to that fact!
Military man:
It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever get involved with
scientists
again!
First military man:
You can’t just let us die!
Scientist:
Oh, it can’t be helped, unfortunately! But if we all keep our
heads, I think we can confine these diseases to our own little
group.
Second military man:
Our own little group!?
Scientist:
We must remain absolutely calm. The fever will come on slowly.
At first, it will be hardly noticeable. Then there’ll be
physical signs – swellings, sores. Bone-crushing pain….
First military man:
Oh, my God!
Scientist:
The dead must be cremated by their surviving companions, who
will in turn, of course, be disposed of by
their
survivors, and so on…. The clothing should be burnt, also;
ultimately, the buildings; until finally, the last man dies in
what will be, I’m afraid – indescribable agony….
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