We are going to finish this picture just the way I want it... because you cannot compromise an artist's vision.

The wind and the rain, gives this place a gleam that just isn't natural. And the ground, alive with crawling things, crawling death.

We are going to finish this picture just the way I want it... because you cannot compromise an artist's vision.

What do you know? Haven't you heard of suspension of disbelief?

In the afterlife you don't have to worry about looking for work.

Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.

You know, it's an interesting think when you consider... The Earth people, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead.