- Miriam: Did we go sailing?
- Catherine Deane: Almost! Mocky-Lock showed up.
- Miriam: [saying a nursery rhyme] Mocky-Lock is the boogeyman, Mocky-Lock wants me where I am!
- Catherine Deane: Mocky-Lock is a pain in the ass.
- Carl Stargher: Why are you here... don't lie.
- Catherine Deane: I came to help you.
- Carl Stargher: You're lying! Bitch, whore... cunt!
- Catherine Deane: You sound like your father.
- Carl Stargher: [in a monster's voice] HE WAS NOTHING, HE IS NOTHING!
- Catherine Deane: Do you believe there's a part of yourself that you don't show anybody? During a session, when I'm inside, I get to see those things. I feel them.
- Catherine Deane: Hey, you.
- [pets young Carl's horse]
- Catherine Deane: You know, I know another little boy with a horse. His name's Edward. I mean the boy, not the horse.
- Miriam: [about Edward's parents] Lucky she worships you.
- Catherine Deane: Why? Because he hates me?
- Miriam: I wouldn't say "hates". Distrusts, dislikes immensely, can't bear the sight of.
- Carl Stargher: Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey. A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
- Peter Novak: I believe a child can experience a hundred times worse the abuse than what Gish went through and still grow up to be somebody that would never, ever, ever hurt another living being.