[as the house starts to rumble]
Don't you think that crack in the wall should be repaired?
For future generations of Ushers?
For Madeline's safety.
Roderick Usher
Vincent Price · 11 quotes
Philip Winthrop
Mark Damon · 9 quotes
Most scenes together: Roderick Usher & Philip Winthrop (7)
House of Usher quotes
Bristol So long I'm hardly aware of it anymore. It's just the settling of the house.
That settling could cause this entire structure to collapse. That doesn't worry you?
Bristol Oh no, sir. If the house dies, I shall die with it.
How long have you been with the Ushers?
Bristol Sixty years, sir.
Sixty years?
Bristol Since I was a boy.
Why, then this house is just as much yours as it is Mr. Usher's.
Bristol And Miss Madeline, sir.
Is there no end to your horrors?
No. None whatever.
While I was riding here I noticed a singular lack of vegetation, is there something wrong with the soil?
The soil?
Madeline Usher
Roderick please!
Would you permit me to light a candle so that...?
I think you had better leave, Mr. Winthrop.
I think you need some light in this house, Mr. Usher.
You have murdered your sister, Mr. Usher, and I intend to see that you hang for it.
Arrange it quickly then. The old house crumbles.
What?
I think I rave.
You said be done.
Madeline and I are like figures of fine glass. The slightest touch and we may shatter. Both of us suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses. Mine is the worst for having existed the longer, but both of us are afflicted with it. Any sort of food more exotic then the most pallid mash is unendurable to my taste buds. Any sort of garment other then the softest, is agony to my flesh. My eyes are tormented by all but the faintest illumination. Odors assail me constantly, and as I've said, sounds of any degree whatsoever inspire me with terror.
That's why your servant asked me to remove my boots?
Yes... and even so I could hear you coming: every footstep, every rustle of your clothes. I could hear your horse approaching, hear the clatter of his hooves across the courtyard, your knock - the grating of the door bolt was like a sword-stroke to my ears... [lowers his voice to a whisper] I can hear the scratch of rat claws within the stone wall!
Did you know that I could hear the scratching of her fingernails on the casket lid?
I suggest you leave, Mr. Winthrop. No? Then perish with us.
Mr. Winthrop, three-quarters of my family have fallen into madness, and in their madness have acquired a, a superhuman strength... so that it took the power of many to subdue them.
See to the crypt, will you?