- Verna: What's a poem, after all, if not a safe space for a difficult truth. Here's one. Came to me when you adorable little things started building cities. I call it "The City in the Sea". Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone. Far down within the dim West. Where the good and the bad. And the worst and the best. Have gone to their eternal rest. No rays from the holy Heaven come down. On the long nighttime of that town. But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently. Up domes, up spires, up kingly halls, Up fanes, up Babylon-like walls. Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers. Of sculptured ivory and stone flowers. Resignedly beneath the sky. The melancholy waters lie. Ah. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave, there is a movement there! The waves have now a redder glow. The hours are breathing, faint and low. And when, amid no earthly moans. Down, down that town shall settle hence. Hell rising from a thousand thrones. Shall do it reverence.
- Madeline Usher: Everything has a price. Every negotiation's a point of entry. Every deal is simply an expression of will. Mutual will. We can sort this. Woman to woman.
- Verna: I'm not a woman.
- Madeline Usher: You know what I am capable of. You know what I have done. You know who I am.
- Verna: You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart.
- [Madeline tries to break her neck]
- Verna: That was cruel. I apologize.
- Roderick Usher: The board is just math. We've got blackmail material. Strangle it in the crib.
- Arthur Pym: Oh, it's out of the crib, it's starting college.
- Young Madeline: I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but... this is really you. Isn't it? I thought you only existed in the movies.
- Annabel Lee: You are so... small, Madeline.
- Juno: You're a monster, you know that? I married a monster.
- Roderick Usher: No, dear. I'm Victor Frankenstein. You're the monster. You are my perfect creation.
- Verna: Your brother, you know what he would have been? A poet. That's where his talent was. A broke poet, sure. But frankly, is there another kind?