Inspector Krogh:
One doesn't easily forget, Herr Baron, an arm torn out by the roots.
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein:
It appears that my father thought that he could extract from lightning some super-violet ray of life-giving properties.
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein:
My son, herein lies my faiths, my beliefs and my unfoldments. A complete diary of my experiments, charts and secret formulas. In short, the sum total of my knowledge, such as it is. Perhaps you will regard my work with ridicule or even with a distaste. If so, destroy these records. But if you like me burn with the irresistable desire to penetrate the unknown, carry on. The path is cruel and torturous, carry on. I put secret after truth, you will be hated, blasphemed and condemned. You have inherited the fortune of the Frankensteins, I trust you will not inherit their fate.
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein:
I should turn you over to Inspector Krogh!
Ygor:
No! Krogh no want dead man, Ygor is dead!
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein:
What are you talking about?
Ygor:
They hanged me once, Frankenstein... they broke my neck.
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein:
Hanged you... well, why did they hang you?
Ygor:
Because I stole bodies... they said...
Ygor:
After faking a coughing fit and pointing to his broken neck: "I'm sorry. I cough. You see, bone get stuck in throat!"
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