Rose Red (miniseries)
Rose Red (also known as Stephen King's Rose Red) is a television miniseries scripted by horror novelist Stephen King. The series was premiered in the United States on ABC on January 27, 2002. The story involves a cavernous Seattle mansion called Rose Red, which is investigated by parapsychologist Dr. Joyce Reardon and a team of psychics.
- I've got the makings of a good group. But these people are candles. Annie Wheaton's a searchlight. If anyone can wake up Rose Red, she can.
- You could get out of the way or you could get run over; those were the options. In the summer of 1909, you were on your own.
- The final official addition to Rose Red was the Tower Folly, built in the 1950's. A few additional sections were built according to the will of Ellen Rimbauer. From there on, Rose Red grew on its own.
- How beautiful you are, Rose Red.
- Houses... are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breathe. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It's as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts; a bad one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth and our human-ness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word 'haunted'.
- Rose Red won't let you have what you want, Joyce. It won't let anyone have what they want. Ellen Rimbauer designed it to break hearts as hers was broken, to hurt as she was hurt.
- [to sister] Sweetheart, taking Annie into a genuinely haunted house? I mean, that's like using your cigarette lighter to see how full your gas tank is!
Dr. Carl Miller
- Lots to do, hmm? Spirits to find? Ghosts to bust?
- [as one of Rose Red's ghosts] You were right, Joyce. Right the whole time. There is another side, and it's wonderful. Wonderful!
- Dr. Carl Miller: Listen, I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news for you, old girl.
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: I'm not old. Not yet, anyway. And I am most certainly not your girl.
- Dr. Carl Miller: The Executive Committee's been in session regarding tenure.
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: What? Why? No one in the Department is up for tenure. The only thing they could... [Realizes] You really are a bastard.
- Dr. Carl Miller: The Committee voted 5-2 to revoke your tenure. We tried to contact you so you could attend the meeting; you'll find a message on your machine, if you'll just check- actually, I'm surprised the spirits didn't tell you. See, the general consensus is, it's time to stop the silliness.
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: I will fight you every step of the process-
- Dr. Carl Miller: Of course, and you'll lose. Your days of haunting the Wimser Psychology Department... common phrase... aren't over, but, I'm happy to say, they're numbered.
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: When I come back from Rose Red with proof-
- Dr. Carl Miller: Proof! Oh, this-this is the rallying cry of crackpots and deluded religionists since the Stone Age: "The proof is out there." This is sad, really. You used to be a respected writer and lecturer in the field of child psychology, but then you got bitten by this... virus!
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: It is a legitimate field of psychological investigation-
- Dr. Carl Miller: It's crap, it's sleaze, it's a spit in the eye of rational thought! But the good news is, Rose Red will be your last goose chase as a member of this faculty.
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: You're an idiot and you're blind.
- Dr. Carl Miller: What if you found proof? Hm? Let's just suppose! Proof! Photographs, audio recordings of clanking chains, telemetry of some sort. What good would it do? Have you even considered such thoughts?
- Dr. Joyce Reardon: [With sudden, eerie calm] I feel remarkably well today, Carl. In spite of all your crap. And this, this is the world we live in... and experience with our senses. Skin, smooth and rational. Where every cause has an effect and can be predicted with database at hand. There's a world under that world. Blood, under the skin. That's what rationalistic asses like you never see. It's liquid instead of solid. Hot instead of just warm. It is a world full of mystery. [Grabs Miller's face; he tries to pull away] You don't like it, do you? No. Don't give me your bull about bond issues and busted programs. You're afraid of what's under the skin. But I'm not. Do you hear me, Carl? I'm not.
- [Looking outside, Emery Waterman spots his mother's car.]
- Emery: That's Momma's little scoot-about.
- Sister: That's what?
- Emery: Momma's little scoot-about. Sometimes we scoot-about for ice cream and sometimes we scoot-about to the movies... don't look at me like that.
- [Mrs. Waterman has just lunged out of the wine cellar is strangling Cathy]
- Nick: I beg your pardon. Would you mind awfully letting her go?
- Kay Waterman: [looks at Nick but doesn't stop] AAAAAAAHHHHHH!
- Nick: I guess not. [takes out a billiards ball, throws it at Mrs. Waterman, knocking her out] Are you all right?
- Cathy: [gasping] I think so- but, what about her?
- Nick: You really are a good Christian woman, aren't you?
- Kay Waterman: Liar! Limey jack-taw!
- Nick: Limey jack-taw! I've been called many things, but never that.
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