House of Horrors (1946)

Rondo Hatton: The Creeper

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• Marcel De Lange : I see here in the evening paper that a woman was murdered in the neighborhood last night.

  The Creeper : [Flatly]  Yeah.

  Marcel De Lange : Yes, her spine was snapped. I've often wondered why a man would want to snap a woman's spine.

  The Creeper : [Flatly]  She screamed.

  Marcel De Lange : An annoying habit on the part of women... screaming.

• The Creeper : [Looking at the spartan meal given to him by De Lange]  No meat?

  Marcel De Lange : No money.

• The Creeper : Stop screamin'

• Hal Ormiston : [Reading his own review]  I devoted my stick of type today to a frank appraisal of the very doubtful talents of a young brush wielder named Steven Morrow.

  Police Lt. Larry Brooks : [Scene change. Review continues being read]  You will note that I do not dignify young Morrow with the term artist. He definitely is not an artist in any sense of the word.

  Steven Morrow : [Scene change. Review continues being read]  The empty face girls Morrow paints have no more artistic significance than the crazily conceived creations of that well known madman of scattering profession, Marcel De Lange.

  Steven Morrow : [pause. Slams newspaper to the table]  Another one. Harmon dies, and another persecute rises to hound me. Am I always to be beaten down by heartless ignorant critics who find strange delight in singling me out as a subject for their cruelty? Why am I not big and strong so I can throttle this man Ormiston? I can see him now, a drink at his elbow, chuckling over his cleverly turned phrases. He has money for food and drink while we must starve. It's unfair, I tell you.

  The Creeper : Where does he live?

  Steven Morrow : [Raises head to look into Creeper's face. Pauses]  At the Bagley Terrace, on East 54th Street.

• Hal Ormiston : [Reading his own review]  I devoted my stick of type today to a frank appraisal of the very doubtful talents of a young brush wielder named Steven Morrow.

  Police Lt. Larry Brooks : [Scene change. Review continues being read]  You will note that I do not dignify young Morrow with the term artist. He definitely is not an artist in any sense of the word.

  Marcel De Lange : [Scene change. Review continues being read]  The empty face girls Morrow paints have no more artistic significance than the crazily conceived creations of that well known madman of scattering profession, Marcel De Lange.

  Marcel De Lange : [pause. Slams newspaper to the table]  Another one. Harmon dies, and another persecute rises to hound me. Am I always to be beaten down by heartless ignorant critics who find strange delight in singling me out as a subject for their cruelty? Why am I not big and strong so I can throttle this man Ormiston? I can see him now, a drink at his elbow, chuckling over his cleverly turned phrases. He has money for food and drink while we must starve. It's unfair, I tell you.

  The Creeper : Where does he live?

  Marcel De Lange : [Raises head to look into Creeper's face. Pauses]  At the Bagley Terrace, on East 54th Street.