From that fateful day when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars, "I am man.", our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality. But tonight, we shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens. We shall mock the earthquake. We shall command the thunders, and penetrate into the very womb of impervious nature herself.
Frau BlÃ¼cher: Would the doctor care for a brandy before retiring? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No. Thank you. Frau BlÃ¼cher: Some varm milk... perhaps? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No... thank you very much. No thanks. Frau BlÃ¼cher: Ovaltine? Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: NOTHING! Thank you! I'm a little - tired! Frau BlÃ¼cher: Then I vill say... goodnight. Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Goodnight.