I am a ghost in the form of a weasel, and I shall haunt you with weird noises and clanking chains.

I know who I am but I shan't tell you. I am a freak. I have hands and I have feet, and if you saw me you'd faint, you'd be petrified, mummified, turned into stone or a pillar of salt.

I'll split the atom! I am the fifth dimension! I am the eighth wonder of the world!

I am not evil. I could be if I wanted. You don't know what damage or harm I could do if I were roused. I could kill you all, but I won't.

Charlie, Charlie, chuck chuck chuck! Charlie my old sport! Clear to the Devil if you don't believe!

I'll go to Hell, to the Land of Mist.

For years, I understood all that people said, but I could not speak until you taught me.

Look at the pious old atheist reading the Bible; he will swear in a minute!

Tell Arthur not to come. He doesn't believe. I won't speak if he does come. I'll blow his brains out with a thrupenny cartridge.

If you knew what I know, you'd know a hell of a lot!