Bride of Frankenstein (1935)
Gavin Gordon: Lord Byron
Lord Byron : Well, whatever your purpose may have been, my dear, I take great relish in savoring each separate horror. I roll them over on my tongue.
[Lord Byron looking out the window at a thunderstorm]
Lord Byron : How beautifully dramatic! The cruelest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without.
[turns to face Mary and Percy Shelley, both seated]
Lord Byron : And we three. We elegant three within. I should like to think that an irate Jehovah was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head. The unbowed head of George Gordon, Lord Byron. England's greatest sinner. But I cannot flatter myself to that extent. Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley. Heavens applause for England's greatest poet.
Percy Bysshe Shelley : What of my Mary?
Lord Byron : She's an angel.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley : You think so?
Lord Byron : ...open up your pits of hell.