- Shelley: Come on, Doc. Bend me over a bread rack and pound me into shape.
- Dr. Arthur Arden: You're a dirty little slut with a poisonous tongue.
- Shelley: I just want to go outside for 15 minutes in the sun. Please. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. I'll do anything.
- Dr. Arthur Arden: No. Whores get nothing.
- Shelley: Men like sex, no one calls *them* whores. I hate that word, it's so ugly! I'm into pleasure. Ever since I was five years old, and I slipped my fingers inside for the very first time. I could do it all day. My mother made me wear mittens to bed.
- Dr. Arthur Arden: Because you're a little slut.
- Shelley: No. Because she didn't understand me. So I ran away from home, met some jazz musicians, real freethinkers. I fell in love with the bass player. Big mistake. As soon as he put a ring on my finger, I was his property. He could screw every Betty in town and I had to stay home and scrub his dirty drawers. So come fleet week... he gets home and finds me in bed with two navy guys. And I told him, "It's not for self, but for country." He decked me flat out, threw me in the car and locked me in a nuthouse. And the sickest part is, they let him. Because I like sex. That's my crime.
- Dr. Arthur Arden: Am I supposed to be moved by that pathetic tale of woe?
- Shelley: Please. I'm just asking for five minutes in the sun. A little fresh air.
- Dr. Arthur Arden: You make me sick. Whore.
- Lana Winters: I think it's just through that door.
- Kit Walker: Grace.
- Grace Bertrand: Come on. Lana knows a way out.
- Lana Winters: No. He can't come with us. Get away from us.
- Kit Walker: I read what you wrote about me. I'm not a killer or a psychopath.
- Lana Winters: You're a liar. Get away from us.
- Grace Bertrand: Stop. I'm not leaving without him.
- Lana Winters: I am not setting him loose so he can kill again.
- Grace Bertrand: You're wrong. We'll go find the way out ourselves.
- Lana Winters: [shouting] Help! He's escaping! The killer is escaping! Help me! In the hallway! He's trying to get out!
- Jed Potter: It drives you crazy, doesn't it? To be the smartest person in the room with no real power because of that smelly clam between your legs. That's why you became a whore, isn't it, Sister? You're wearing red knickers right now. Oh, come on, Sister. Put me in your mouth. You've had 53 cocks in there already. You were the town pump, weren't you, Sister?
- Jed Potter: Tell me... about the little girl in blue, Judy. The young girl, the innocent. And you so drunk, you couldn't find your way home.
- [Devilish laughter]
- Missy Stone: You never even bothered to get out of the car.
- Jed Potter: You are a murderer, Judy. You're a murderer! Murderer! Murderer!
- Sister Jude Martin: Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Liar!
- [Slaps Jed multiple times across the face]
- Jed Potter: Yeah, hit me harder!
- Sister Jude Martin: No!
- Monsignor Timothy Howard: Don't listen to him!
- Jed Potter: That's right, Father. Protect your whore. It's you she thinks of when she touches herself at night.
- Sister Jude Martin: You're a liar!
- Jed Potter: [Cackles] Oh, yes. Protect your whore.