- Simon Orne: Joseph, have you not gorged yourself enough on revenge?
- Charles Dexter Ward: You do not know the extent of my appetite, Simon. I'll not have my fill of revenge until this village is a graveyard. Until they have felt, as I did, the kiss of fire on their soft bare flesh. All of them. Have patience my friends. Surely, after all these years, I'm entitled to a few small amusements.
- Edgar Weeden: Have you anything to say, warlock?
- Charles Dexter Ward: Only this... As surely as the village of Arkham has risen up against me, so shall I rise from the dead... against the village of Arkham. Each one of you! Ezra Weeden, Micah Smith, Benjamin West, Priam Willet, Gideon Leach, all of you and your children and your children's children shall have just cause to regret the actions of this night. For from this night onward, you shall bear my curse.
- Edgar Weeden: Burn the devil... ¡Burn him!
- Charles Dexter Ward: ¡¡¡AHHHHH!
- Ann Ward: Charles? You ready?
- [comes outside to join him on the balcony]
- Charles Dexter Ward: I've decided to stay.
- Ann Ward: What?
- Charles Dexter Ward: Just long enough to fix the place up. With a little work it could bring a good price. Don't you think?
- Ann Ward: I should imagine. I don't know.
- [disappointed]
- Charles Dexter Ward: I estimate two weeks, perhaps three. To get things started, anyway. Do you mind, Ann?
- Ann Ward: No, not exactly. But I can't say it pleases me.
- Charles Dexter Ward: Well, then you go home!
- [stone-faced]
- Ann Ward: Charles!
- [shocked]
- Charles Dexter Ward: I'm sorry Ann. It's just that I... well, I... I can't leave now until I find out... some things.