- [Randi explores an ugly scrapyard while Ian ponders a map]
- Randi Wallace: A relaxing weekend away, you said. In a charming pastoral setting, you said.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: I knew I should have made a left when I made a right.
- Randi Wallace: You'll love the quaint cottages, you said.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Or was it a right at the left?
- Randi Wallace: Can't beat the clean country air, you said.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: I knew it. We should have gone straight. Have no fear, we shall soon be at our destination.
- [when Ian starts his car its engine breaks down in smoking ruin]
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Well, what do you know? We're here.
- Randi Wallace: The last time I had a weekend as relaxing as this, I was bitten by a werewolf and left for dead.
- Randi Wallace: Ian. Ian. Ian, wake up!
- Dr. Ian Matheson: I am awake. I expect the entire town is awake.
- Randi Wallace: If they're not, then they should be because I just saw a madman on a horse and he was dragging a headless corpse.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: That's nice.
- Randi Wallace: How can you sleep when there's a lunatic roaming the streets?
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Because I didn't eat a herd of cattle for dinner.
- Randi Wallace: This was not a dream.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Not to mention a whole hog's worth of bacon and whatever kind of diseased animal they use to make *hot dogs*.
- Randi Wallace: I know what I saw.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: I *know* what you ate.
- Randi Wallace: There's something strange going on in this town.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: So?
- Randi Wallace: So? Is that all you can say, "So?"
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Would you prefer, "So what?"
- Dr. Ian Matheson: We must leave. How about a rent-a-car?
- Mechanic: No.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: A horse and a carriage?
- Mechanic: No.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: A bus that comes through? A delivery truck? Anything?
- Mechanic: No.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Are you telling me there's no transportation in our out of here?
- Mechanic: Yes. You see, that's why people come to our lovely resort community - to escape the hustle and bustle of city life.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: And how do they escape from here?
- Mechanic: They don't.
- [with their car broken down and the full moon approaching, Ian has forged makeshift shackles to restrain Randi]
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Comfy?
- Randi Wallace: If this is your idea of a weekend getaway, I can't imagine what you'd do with a full vacation.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Believe me, this is not what I had in mind. I was hoping for something more picturesque.
- Randi Wallace: Romantic.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Secluded.
- Randi Wallace: Just us.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Well, we're alone. I got that part right.
- Betty Biddles: Look, a hundred years ago, this whole area was farmland only nothing was growing. The townspeople were poor, hungry and ill, but he still had a rich harvest to hoe, a huge forest to hunt.
- Harley Clayton: He wouldn't share so much as an ear of corn. If he caught someone on his land, the son-of-a-bitch would hunt him down, kill him.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: That must have done wonders for the property prices in the area.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: I don't understand this. Why don't we all just leave?
- Betty Biddles: When we killed the Huntsman, we understood why his crops were so bountiful.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: We? I thought all this happened a hundred years ago.
- Betty Biddles: It did. I'm a 134 years old.
- [Ian and Randi prepare to return home]
- Randi Wallace: A relaxing weekend away, you said.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: The Huntsman came back from the grave simply to get his land back and when he did, and when the land was his again, he ceased to be.
- Randi Wallace: In a charming pastoral setting, you said.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Or did he? Is there a metaphysical force remaining even though his physical manifestation has vanished?
- Randi Wallace: Can't beat the clean country air, you said.
- Harley Clayton: If the Huntsman so much as thinks we tried to help him, we'll be dead, too!
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Dead as in inconvenienced, disappointed, ripped off, or dead as in...
- Betty Biddles: Dead! As in your head sliced off; your twitchin' corpse dragged through the streets on the Huntsman's robe.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: Oh. That dead.
- Harley Clayton, Betty Biddles: That dead.
- Mechanic: A heard some strange 'owlin' like some sort of 'ideous, supernatural monster.
- Betty Biddles: Another hideous supernatural monster or just the one we're used to?
- Betty Biddles: The Huntman was a warlock. He enchanted his land. Everything on it prospered, includin' him. He hadn't aged a day. We built the docks on his land, so now we don't change, either, but if we leave, we'll age again like normal people.
- Dr. Ian Matheson: And for that, you're willing to live in this wasteland and let him pick you off one by one?