Kreon: My victims, walk in the land of the dead. They are all my children, and I am their ultimate lord...
Billy: [Looking at the Drifter] I have plans, big plans.
Drifter: Sure kid, every one has big plans.
Kreon: My darling Isabelle, I can wait no longer. The final foolish victims, will be here very soon. And then, once again, we shall be together for all time...
Kreon: At last... For seventy years I have waited. I have sacrificed the youth of so many, so that you might live. And yet, I would trade all my powers, for some way to make you see how helplessly I love you, that I even kill so that you might live.
Kreon: What a cruel joke. My power is nothing compared to the power your beauty has over me. I am your prisoner, a slave to that which I can never possess...
Dave: [They arrive at the mansion] Maybe somebody does live here?
Kreon: [Watching from afar] Somebody does live here, forever...
Kreon: This time, we must play the game perfectly. When all of the pawns have been sacrificed, we will win our queen back again.
Carol: You don't "play", the quija board is a tool for communication.
Dave: Communication with who?
Carol: The dead.
Adrienne: The dead? But they're dead!
Carol: Dying isn't the end, it's a beginning.
Linda: Aren't you supposed to ask it questions?
Carol: Some poor soul or souls are supposed to inhabit each board. They're duty-bound to answer any question put to it. The dead have never left us, their world exists all around us, through this board, the dead can reach out to us...
Isabelle: [Isabelle awakens] Kreon? No! What have you done?
Kreon: I have waited by your side day and night, for an entire lifetime.
[He leans in for a kiss]
Isabelle: Stay away! I don't want you by my side, I don't want you anywhere near me.
Kreon: But, you see now that we can never be separated?
Isabelle: Please, let me die.
Kreon: We live through each other.
Isabelle: No, release me!
Kreon: There can be no end for either of us!
Isabelle: Why won't you let this end?
Kreon: I cannot, I will make you mine forever.
Isabelle: I poisoned myself once before and I'll do it again, or find another way.
Kreon: Haven't you learned that my will to have you is greater than your will to die?
Isabelle: Even if you keep me prisoner for another seventy years you'll never have me!
Kreon: But I do have you. I control your past, your present, and your future... This time, there will be no escape.
Kreon: Why must you resist? Your future no longer belongs to you, it belongs to us!
Isabelle: No! Don't touch me! Can't you see I've always hated you?
Kreon: Is that any way to talk to the father of your children?
Isabelle: Children? What do you mean "children?" We have only one child.
Kreon: Oh, no my darling. We have... many children.
Isabelle: Oh my god... What have you done? Tell me, what have you done!
Kreon: [Kreon laughs at the survivors futile plans to escape] What fools! They flatter themselves. What makes them think their lives are worth saving? Or perhaps I should let them live?
Kreon: Are you ready to kill?
Korda: Yes, father!
Kreon: Any man with a weapon, can commit murder, but it's such a waste. A sorceror's son, must learn to use the power of death, to control the force of life. This, is the source of our power.