Thredson: You can scream all you want, no one will hear you. Obviously the basement is soundproof. Believe me, girls with bigger sets of lungs than yours have tried before.
Thredson: A mother's touch. Skin to skin contact. That's what I was craving, that's what I was missing. My whole life. But she smelled of formaldehyde. And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold. And stiff.
Howard: I thought all TB patients had been cleared out.
Arden: These are the incurables. Those whose tuberculosis was too far advanced for any of the new miracle drugs to have an effect.
Howard: God bless them.
Arden: Well, He hasn't yet.
Arden: Another mess to clean up, Mr. Spivey? You seem to have mistaken the broom closet for the playground where you used to expose yourself to innocent little boys and girls.
Spivey: No, never the boys, Doc. I had my standards.
Jenny: She thinks I killed Josie.
Sister Mary Eunice: Did you?
Jenny: Did so.
Sister Mary Eunice: Did so.
Jenny: How do you know?
Sister Mary Eunice: I know everything. I'm the Devil.