Dr. van Straaten:
[removes his eyeglasses]
Ah. No doubt you thought it would be very amusing to watch my cherished disbeliefs being shattered.
Eliot Foley:
[sarcastically]
Mm, very clever of us, I must say. I wonder if we have any more surprises up our sleeves.
[the camera focuses on Dr. van Straaten's hands as he fiddles with his eyeglasses]
Walter Craig:
That's it - your glasses!
Dr. van Straaten:
What about my glasses?
Walter Craig:
It's later on. We're having drinks. You break those glasses of yours, and then, quite suddenly, the room goes dark. And then, Foley, you say something, something about the death of a man I've never heard of. And that's where my dream becomes a nightmare. A nightmare of horror.
Joan Cortland:
Horror? What sort of horror?
Walter Craig:
I feel my will power draining away. I feel I'm in the grip of a force that's driving me towards something unspeakably evil.
Dr. van Straaten:
It shows that you have some heavy weight on your conscience. Now, in my opinion...
Walter Craig:
I'm no longer interested in your opinion, Doctor. You shook me at first, with your ingenious theories. I thought perhaps the whole thing was a delusion. But Mrs. Grainger's arrival has altered all that. I have been here before, in my dreams. For some reason, I was given foreknowledge of the future. Why? I don't know. I want to know! I must know!
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