House on Haunted Hill (1999 film)

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House on Haunted Hill is a 1999 American horror film about a group of guests invited to a party in a mysterious house which has a dark past. The film is a remake of the 1959 film of the same name.

Directed by William Malone. Written by Robb White (story) & Dick Beebe.
Six strangers have the chance to make $1,000,000 each. All they have to do is make it through the night alive. taglines

Steven H. Price[edit]

  • Let's go down and greet your guests. Show them the real you: corny as Kansas on the fourth of July.
  • Sure is a funky old house, ain't it?
  • [Discussing Evelyn's birthday party plans over the phone] Congratulations. On a scale of one to ten on the perversity meter you just hit a seventy three.
  • Ever see one that starts at the top? 20 stories worth of top.

Eddie Baker[edit]

  • Me and you all three. Woowho, lets boogie.
  • What good is a million dollars when you're dead?

Watson Pritchett[edit]

  • [to Eddie] Price didn't make the list, the house did... Cause she's a vengeful stupid whore! [kicks the machinery]
  • [walks slowly up to Sarah] You don't... get it... do you? This house is pissed. It has no morals, cuz it's a fucking house!
  • The house doesn't care what's fair, who lives or dies. Know why? Cause it's a fucking house!
  • Sorry to interrupt. God dammit, you give me my god damn check right now! 'Cuz I want it! So you give it! Now! I'm serious.

Peter Graves[edit]

  • Dr. Richard Benjamin Vannacutt. He out-butchered Bundy, made Manson look meek.


Evelyn Stockard-Price: Get off me, you pervert!
Steven H. Price: Congratulations. I don't think Evelyn's said that to anything with testicles, ever.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Very funny, Stephen. Have you?

[After Price receives a call from Evelyn.]
Channel 3 Reporter: So Mr. Price, business or pleasure?
Steven H. Price: Neither. My wife.

Eddie Baker: Oh, so then we'll just stay here 'til morning.
Watson Pritchett: [sarcastic] Oh, great. I'm sure we'll all be mutilated beyond recognition by then.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: I gave you a goddamn guest list two pages long. Where the hell are they?
Steven H. Price: Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own - a group so hungry for money they'd do anything. I thought you'd be more comfortable with your peers.

Eddie Baker: [to Price.] Look at this! Huh? What is this?
Watson Pritchett: [turns around] That? What just happened to you there... that's nothing. You've just been playing around with a ghost. Wait til somebody lets out the Darkness in this place. That's a whole... that's a whole new bunch of crazy shit. That's... you'll hate that shit.

[Hearing Melissa's screams from another part of the house]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Guess old Melissa found what she was looking for.

Sara Wolfe: I'm trying to figure out who or what Melissa was taping when she disappeared.
Eddie Baker: Right, then where will we be?
Watson Pritchett: Out of Scotch, thanks to you, Ass!

[After Evelyn caught Price when he attempts to leave]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: And where are you off to, Mr. Price? Checking the wiring on the animatronic mummies?
Steven H. Price: I'm just gonna go take a leak, if it's okay with you.

[Steven Price surprises Eddie, Sara, and Pritchett. Eddie almost shoots Price with his gun]
Eddie Baker: That's a good way to get your head blown off, man!
Steven H. Price: I'll recommend it to Evelyn.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Stephen, if you really love me, you'll find a way to drop dead in the next second.
Steven H. Price: Oh but baby, finding ways for me to die is really your thing. Let's not forget the O.J. knife with the not-so-retractable blade, the Jim Jones Kool-Aid which was exactly that.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Accidents, all accidents until proven otherwise.

Steven H. Price: Come on honey, let's go down and meet your guests.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: You go ahead darling, I'm just going to run scolding. Hot water over the places you just touched me.

Watson Pritchett: Jesus, she's dead. She was cute too. God, I'd love to get laid before I die.
[Pritchett looks at Evelyn.]
Watson Pritchett: How you doin' tonight?
[Evelyn glares at him.]
Watson Pritchett: Yeah, I'm alright.
[Pritchett goes back to heavy drinking]

Eddie Baker: That was the most fun I've had all day.
Sara Wolfe: You need to get out more.

Sara Wolfe: Is this house really haunted?
Watson Pritchett: [near hysterical] It's uh, well, bleh... hah... yeah, it's pretty scary.

[Prichett appears behind Sarah and Eddie after they find a dead body]
Eddie Baker: Holy shit!
Watson Pritchett: Booga booga.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Who invited them?
Steven H. Price: I don't know, it wasn't me and you say it wasn't you, who then, Evelyn? Ghosts?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Ooh, spooky.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: You ever find out what happened to that little TV reporter?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: No. They never found her
Evelyn Stockard-Price: So we don't even know if the little bitch is dead or alive?
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: But I think Price must have killed her. There's no other explanation.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: There's plenty, you moron. For all we know, Steven's got her spying on us right now.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Oh, bullshit.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh, God. This whole fucking thing's falling apart.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: It's not baby, it's not. Somebody's gonna pull the trigger
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But nobody has yet, Donald. There not at the breaking point. The bozos have to believe that their lives are in danger
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: But they didn't see it happen. They still have their doubts their confused. What we need is another body. Steven's bloody hands right next to him.
Donald W. Blackburn, M.D.: Well how the hell are we gonna do that?
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [laughs] This may sound a little crazy but hear me out.
[Evelyn brutally stabs Donald]

Watson Pritchett: I lied. The house is alive. We're all gonna die.

Evelyn Stockard-Price: Oh Steven you poor clueless old geek, all it would have taken was a simple divorce and ripping our prenup into tiny itsy bitsy little pieces, but no matter how it ended please just know one thing, from the first moment I laid eyes on you I have always, always loved... your money. On the other hand just the sight of you has made me want to puke.
[Steven wakes up and grabs Evelyn by the throat.]
Steven H. Price: Is that a fact princess? I mean you could have saved us all a great deal of time not to mention money if you'd have just let me in on it years ago.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: How?
Steven H. Price: You must be kidding me, I'm Steven goddamn Price.
[Steven chokes her.]
Evelyn Stockard-Price: [trying to talk] Sweetie?
Steven H. Price: Anything angel just speak it.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: What are you going to do?
Steven H. Price: Just what you wanted everyone here to believe in the first place, I'm gonna murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest of pleasure.
Evelyn Stockard-Price: Witnesses.
Steven H. Price: [grabbing her by her hair and pulling her up off the floor] You're already dead, Evelyn.
[Steven kisses her.]
Steven H. Price: Happy birthday baby!
[Steven throws her to a decayed door.]

Eddie Baker: [Eddie and Sara are atop a tall tower] That was one kickass party!
Sara Wolfe: Okay but one more thing, How do we get down from here?
[Eddie and Sara laugh at their amusing predicament.]


  • Six strangers have the chance to make $1,000,000 each. All they have to do is make it through the night alive.
  • Evil Loves To Party.
  • If you're in, you may not want to get out
  • It's going to be a long night.
  • Are You Dying To Be Rich?


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