Roderick Usher:
I suggest you leave, Mr. Winthrop. No? Then perish with us.
Philip Winthrop:
You have murdered your sister, Mr. Usher, and I intend to see that you hang for it.
Roderick Usher:
Arrange it quickly then. The old house crumbles.
Roderick Usher:
See to the crypt, will you?
Roderick Usher:
Did you know that I could hear the scratching of her fingernails on the casket lid?
Roderick Usher:
[
shouting] Be done.
Philip Winthrop:
What?
Roderick Usher:
I think I rave.
Philip Winthrop:
You said be done.
Philip Winthrop:
[
as the house starts to rumble] Don't you think that crack in the wall should be repaired?
Roderick Usher:
For future generations of ushers?
Philip Winthrop:
For Madeline’s safety.
Philip Winthrop:
While I was riding here I noticed a singular lack of vegetation, is there something wrong with the soil?
Roderick Usher:
The soil?
Madeline Usher:
Roderick please!
Roderick Usher:
[
looking at Madeline] As you wish.
Roderick Usher:
Madeline and I are like figures of fine glass. The slightest touch and we may shatter. Both of us suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses. Mine is the worst for having existed the longer, but both of us are afflicted with it. Any sort of food more exotic then the most pallid mash is unendurable to my taste buds. Any sort of garment other then the softest, is agony to my flesh. My eyes are tormented by all but the faintest illumination. Odors assail me constantly, and as I've said, sounds of any degree whatsoever inspire me with terror.
Philip Winthrop:
[
to Bristol] How long have you been with the Ushers?
Bristol:
Sixty years sir.
Philip Winthrop:
Sixty years?
Bristol:
Since I was a boy.
Philip Winthrop:
Why then this house is just as much yours as it is Mr. Usher’s.
Bristol:
And Miss Madeline sir.
Philip Winthrop:
[
as the house starts to rumble] How long has that been going on?
Bristol:
So long I'm hardly aware of it anymore, it's just the settling of the house.
Philip Winthrop:
That settling could cause this entire structure to collapse, that doesn't worry you?
Bristol:
Oh no sir, if the house dies I shall die with it.
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