The Raven

& Bartender: If the paper publishes anything you write, you come back tomorrow, I’ll buy you the shot.
    Edgar Allan Poe: Tomorrow? Tomorrow I might be dead. Or you might be.

& Poe: I’m an internationally lauded poet!
    — That’s why you’ve got no money.
    Poe: I am Poe.
    — That’s what I said.
    Poe: Not poor, mouth-breather! Poe! Poe! Edgar Allan Poe! Does it ring a bell?!
    — No.

& Poe: A drink to any man in this room who can finish this line! “Quoth the Raven...”

& Detective Fields: Tell me, how does such a large man escape so quickly from a room in which the door has been locked from the inside... and the window nailed shut?..

& Poe: What’s going on?
    Fields: I’m Detective Fields. Please, sit down, Mr. Poe.
    Poe: Yes. The infamous Detective Fields. Am I under arrest?
    Fields: No... not just yet.
    Poe: Then I’d rather stand! It makes it easier to leave!

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& Maddux: I know there is a darkness to Edgar, but... they’re all up in here. Every woman he’s ever loved has died in his arms. I believe that God gave him a spark of genius and quenched it in misery. But as far as something like this... The only thing he’s ever killed is a bottle of brandy.

& Captain Hamilton: Who was Prospero?
    Fields: He was the host of the ball... And the first to die.

& Hamilton: Mr Fields, if Mr Poe is a part of your investigation...
    Fields: Mr Poe has a unique perspective on aspects of this crime.
    Hamilton: Why? Is the killer an alcoholic, an opium addict and atheist?

& Poe: My writing has become the inspiration to an actual killer. Quite gruesome, really. If I’d known my work had a morbid effect on people, I’d have devoted more time to eroticism.

& Poe: If your father sees me there, he may have me shot. And a depraved killer may be on the guest list. It’s a bit much for one night, don’t you think?
    Emily Hamilton: I think it sounds thrilling.
    Poe: Does it? Why?
    Emily: How else should Edgar Allan Poe commit himself to eternal love other than under threat of death?

& Poe: This note was written in response to what I wrote in this newspaper. He delivered the note before the paper. So he knew the story in advance. He’d already read it.

& <>: Surprised?

& <>: You don’t know how I’ve looked forward to this moment, sir. To sit here like this, no more masks, artist to artist.
    Poe: Artist to artist...
    <>: Though I admit, as I read your final chapter, I felt more muse than artist.

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