[Into tape recorder, as he prepares to step out the window onto a ledge] Mike Enslin: If something should happen, if I should slip and fall, I want it known that it was an accident. The room did not win
Mike Enslin: It's good to be back. That's enough of that. Alcohol. [walks over to the mini-fridge and opens it, only to discover Gerald Olin talking to him] Gerald Olin: I was just checking to see if the accommodations are exceeding your expectations. Mike Enslin: YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL THEY ARE! W
Gerald Olin: [pats documents regarding 1408's victims] I will let you have this, give you access to my office, you can take notes and put it all in your book. My only condition... is that you do not stay in that room. Mike Enslin: You'll let me look at all that stuff? [considering Olin's offer] Ge
Mike Enslin: They say you can't die in your dreams... is that true?
Katie: Are there people where I'm going? Mike Enslin: Hey... you're not going anywhere, kiddo. You're going to stay right here with us. Katie: Daddy... everyone dies. Lily Enslin: When they're old. Mike Enslin: When they're much older. Lily Enslin: Okay? And then they go to a better place. It's be
Mike Enslin: [describing the room] There's a sofa, a writing desk, faux antique armoire, floral wallpaper. Carpet's unremarkable except for a stain beneath a thrift-store painting of a schooner lost at sea. The work is done in the predictably dull fashion of Currier and Ives. The second painting i
[repeated line in flashbacks] Mike Enslin: I'm going out to buy some cigarettes
Father: [to Mike] As I was, you are. As I am, you will be.
Gerald Olin: Well done Mr. Enslin, well done.
[the problem about Mike staying in 1408] Gerald Olin: Look, I'm not telling you not to stay in that room for your own good or for the profit of the hotel. Frankly, selfishly, I just don't want to clean up the mess
Mike Enslin: Stay scared.
Gerald Olin: Why do you think people believe in ghosts? For fun? No. It's the prospect of something after death.
Mike Enslin: [Olin gives Enslin the room key] Most hotels have switched to magnetics. An actual key. That's a nice touch, it's antiquey. Gerald Olin: We have magnetic cards also, but electronics don't seem to work in 1408. Hope you don't have a pacemaker. Mike Enslin: [into his tape recorder] Gene
Mike Enslin: [talk into tape recorder] Hotels are a naturally creepy place... Just think, how many people have slept in that bed before you? How many of them were sick? How many... died?
Room 1408: You can choose to repeat this hour over and over again, or you can take advantage of our express checkout system. [Mike looks into the other room and sees a hanging noose
[first lines] Mike Enslin: Hi. Mike Enslin. Checking in
Katie: [while room burns] Daddy... Everyone dies. Mike Enslin: [Starts laughing hysterically
Mike Enslin: [sobbing] No... no, you can't take her twice...
Mike Enslin: The room's gotta be filthy. I mean, the sheets haven't been changed in... what, eleven years? Gerald Olin: No no no. We're very professional here. 1408 gets a light turn once a month. I supervise, the maids work in pairs. We treat the room as if it's a chamber filled with poison gas.
[examining the mini-bar in room 1408] Mike Enslin: Eight dollars for Beer Nuts? This room *is* evil
[last lines] Mike Enslin: [on tape recorder] I've got you now, Katie. Oh my God. I'm not gonna let you go
Mike Enslin: He gave me booze! Did he take a sip? I can't remember. Or maybe it was the chocolate! Don't take candy from strangers!
Katie: Daddy! Mike Enslin: No, you're not real. Katie: I'm cold! Mike Enslin: No, you're not Katie! Katie: I love you Daddy. Don't you love me anymore? Mike Enslin: Of course I do, sweeth
Mike Enslin: [after the toilet paper has been turned down, and the chocolates appear] Finally! Something to for me to write about! A ghost that offers turn down service!
Gerald Olin: The first victim, Mr. Kevin O' Malley, sewing machine salesman, checked into the hotel the first week it opened, October, 1912. Mike Enslin: Cut his own throat, right? Gerald Olin: Well that's not the horrific part. Afterwards, in a fit of insanity, he tried to stitch himself back tog
Mike Enslin: Is 1408 a smoking room? Gerald Olin: As a matter of fact, it is. Yes. Mike Enslin: Good, one less worry in the watches of the night. Gerald Olin: Care for a cigar? Mike Enslin: No thank you, I don't sm
Room 1408: Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room!
Mike Enslin: [yelling at the top of his voice] We didn't do enough! Lily Enslin: [crying] Oh god! What are you talking about? We did everything we could have done! Mike Enslin: [still yelling] We should have helped her fight! Not filled her head up with bullshit stories of heaven, and clouds and n
[repeated line] Mike Enslin: All right. You win. You win
Mike Enslin: Look man, just give me the key. Gerald Olin: Mr. Enslin, you... Mike Enslin: Just give me the key! Listen, I stayed... at the Bixby House. I brushed my goddamn teeth right next to the tub where Sir David Smith drowned his whole family, and I stopped being afraid of vampires when I was