Basement

"I hate this place."

"God, Chris, stop saying that."

"It's creepy down here, Annie!"

"Keep your voice down. This is a library."

"It's barely a library; there aren't any books. And there's no one else here, I can talk as loud as I want!"

"There are memories here, Chris. And there are books. Just not a lot."

"If by memories you mean ghosts, then at least we can agree. This basement is haunted as heck."

"Ghosts, honestly? Grow up. Do you think Mom and Dad are gonna swoop through the walls and getcha?"

"I don't know, Annie, maybe they could. We're the ones picking around in their stuff. In their secret basement stuff."

"The basement was never a secret."

"Off-limits, then."

"Hm."

"Yeah, remember when you were nine? Mom blew a fuse when you stuck in here, looking for... which cat was that?"

"That was Sandy. And how was I supposed to know that 'don't go in the basement' meant that there were bodies down here?"

"Ha! Are you saying you didn't know before then? How else could they do their research? They were scientists!"

"I said keep your voice down. And I was nine! You were fourteen by then. I bet you snuck in here all the time."

"Heck no! I told you, I hate this place. You're the one that got the evil-scientist gene."

"Well, someone needs it. There's unfinished work down here."

"Please don't open that jar, Annie. That's an eye. A human eye. Oh, God. Put that down!"

"Chris, are you gonna help or not? We've got a lot of papers--and jars--to go through. I'm going to learn everything there is to know about Mom and Dad's experiments."

"Seriously, put that jar down. No, don't pick up the liver. Gross! I do not want to help. Their research is what got them killed!"

"Exactly why we need to pick up where they left off. Reanimation, Chris. Wouldn't that be amazing? We'd get to see them again..."

"I hate this place."