Yevtushenko: I'm an engineer. A scientist. And this is ordinary chalk. How do you explain it not writing on that crate?
Professor Saxton: Hypnosis! Yoga! These mystics can be terribly convincing. They can even hypnotize themselves.
Captain Kazan: He knows that a horse has four legs. He knows that a murderer has two arms. But still, the devil must be afraid of one honest Cossack.
Dr. Wells: What are you going to astound the scientific world with this time?
Professor Saxton: You'll read about it in the Society's annual report. A remarkable fossil.
Dr. Wells: Fossil? But you've got something live in there, I heard it.
Professor Saxton: You're mistaken.
Dr. Wells: You won't need to feed it then.
Professor Saxton: The occupant hasn't eaten in two million years.
Dr. Wells: That's one way to economize on food bills.
Inspector Mirov: Is it true you're a doctor?
Dr. Wells: Ask me when I've finished my dinner.
Countess Irina: The czar will hear of this. I'll have you sent to Siberia.
Captain Kazan: I am in Siberia.
Captain Kazan: Tell me, Mirov, what do you know about all the filth that's going on here?
Father Pujardov: Forgive me, your Excellency. In my concern for the spiritual welfare of the countess, I forgot myself. I will pray for humility.
Count Petrovski: Pray hard, Pujardov. Or you'll find yourself praying for a job, too.
Countess Irina: Oh, yes, England. Queen Victoria, crumpets, Shakespeare.
Professor Saxton: I admire Poland, madam. I believe there is a bond between our two countries.
Countess Irina: My husband, the Count Petrovski, says that in the fifteenth century your King Henry betrayed us to the Russians. Hmm?
Professor Saxton: I hope that you and your husband, madam, will accept my profoundest apologies.
Father Pujardov: There's a stink of hell on this train. Even the dog knows it.
Father Pujardov: Where there is God, there is always a place for the cross. Even on this stone floor, just so. But Satan is evil, and where there is evil, there is no place for the cross.
Father Pujardov: You are jesting with her immortal soul.
Count Petrovski: That's why we keep you, Pujardov. Our immortal souls are your concern.
