Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"The details!"
"Why are all the lights out?"
"Find the witch, this is all her fault—! Strike her dead—!!"
named the "Club of the Sons," with its
"Verily, I say unto you, the days spoken of in the Apocalypse are nigh…!"
"Kill them — the machines—!!"
"A brain like yours, Rotwang, should be able to forget."
Mother! Father! Ten hours?!. It will not take itself once it likes to come out. Mother! Father! Ten hours?!. It will not take itself once it likes to come out.
"I must know! Where is my son?!!!"
"To the air shafts—quickly! Quickly! The reservoirs have burst! The city is flooding—!"
"Tomorrow thousands will ask in fury and desperation—Joh Fredersen, where is my son!?"
that Hel was a woman, and you a man…" "Only once in my life did I forget anything:
"And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet colored beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns…"
"Two more of those damned plans, Mr. Fredersen…"