- Miriam: Did we go sailing?
- Catharine Deane: Almost! Mocky-Lock showed up.
- Miriam: [saying a nursery rhyme] Mocky-Lock is the boogeyman, Mocky-Lock wants me where I am!
- Catharine Deane: Mocky-Lock is a pain in the ass.
- Carl Stargher: Why are you here... don't lie.
- Catharine Deane: I came to help you.
- Carl Stargher: You're lying! Bitch, whore... cunt!
- Catharine Deane: You sound like your father.
- Carl Stargher: My father?
- Carl Stargher: [in a monster's voice] HE WAS NOTHING, HE IS NOTHING!
- Catharine Deane: Do you believe there is a part of yourself, deep inside in your mind, with things you don't want other people to see? During a session when I'm inside, I get to see those things.
- Catharine Deane: Hey you.
- [pets young Carl's horse]
- Catharine Deane: You know, I know another little boy who has a horse. His name's Edward. The boy, not the horse.
- Miriam: [about Edward's parents] It's a good thing she worships you.
- Catharine Deane: Because he hates me?
- Miriam: I wouldn't say hate. Distrusts, dislikes immensely, can't bear the sight of.
- Carl Stargher: Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey. A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?