Wilhemina Whateley: You ask who the Figure is? I'm afraid this poor, blind woman is unable to provide you with any insight. He has always come to us in our time of need. And we have no greater need of...him? her? it? then we do now, with the forces of Gomorra arrayed against us, and enemies on every side.

Dolores Whateley: Oh, cousin Malrog is such a dear with the children. Lucifer's taken such a liking to him. Keeps wanting Malrog to jump in the tub with him. As to the children we're keeping down in the basement...well, we haven't heard from them since Malrog went down for a visit. But I'm sure they were enchanted by him.

Nicodemus Whateley: As our powers grow here in Gomorra, so to do the variety of creatures we can summon, and the strength of what does heed our call. I may not be the eldest son, but there are...other loyalties that I can command on our behest.

Nicodemus Whateley: A family resemblence, you say? Well, if you ignore the purple tentacles and beak-like mouth, I suppose you could see such a thing. Personally, I've never really tries to get close enough to Enoch's face to make that determination. Neither I nor he certainly have no objection to you getting closer and checking for sure, however.

Charlie Landers: The problem is, when the circus came to town, somebody stayed behind...
Castor McCracken: Where did our little buddy Charlie head off to, anyway? Ma Whateley promised us we could treat him real special, in return for her...'helpin' us out back in Lost Angels.

Wilhelmina Whateley: Nebuchadnezzar is such a dear. He acts as my eyes and hands out among the streets of Gomorra. There's very little that he cannot do, once properly augmented.

Nicodemus Whateley: Mr. Stoker has interfered in our plans once too often. Now is the time, I believe, to bring in his...counterpart, shall we say? to deal with him as necessary. Fortunately, the Master has summoned him from whatever distant wilderness he was hiding in. Now I...I mean, we, we shall command him to seek out our most dangerous of enemies.

Nicodemus Whateley: My less fortunate cousin does not speak much. The Whateley blood runs a bit more...crookedly in his veins than in mine. Rest assured that despite his... limitations, shall we say? he serves the family loyally. And his loyalty is not in dispute. Who else would have him?

Dolores Whateley: Hoodoo? You do! I've got the baby with the voodoo, and it's summoned the Hoodoo with the voodoo it do. And if it needs someone to kill, you'll do.

Yeah, that's the ticket, mister. Of course, I didn't say which "boss" that would be helping you out, exactly. You aren't too particular about that kind of thing, are you? You are? Well, I'm sure that won't be a problem.

No, I think I'll let Mr. Bones stew for a while, before paying a...final visit to him. By then, he should be grateful for what I'll do to him.

Man, woman, child. They're all so...combustible. And as for those who would use the Arts against us...hah! The Whateleys were born to wield the dark Magicks - anyone else is a fool to think they can control them.