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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] General manager claims that the phantom

in room interferes...
Gerald Olin: I have *never* used the word "phantom."
Mike Enslin: Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, spirit? Specter?
Gerald Olin: No, you misunderstand. Whatever's in 1408 is nothing like that.
Mike Enslin: Then what is it?
Gerald Olin: It's an evil fucking room.

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Room 1408: Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room!

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Gerald Olin: You do drink don't you?
Mike Enslin: Of course. I just said I was a writer.

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Father: [to Mike] As I was, you are. As I am, you will be.

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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]

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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. We only stay 10 minutes and I insist the door remain open.

But still... A few years ago a young maid from El Salvador found herself locked in the bathroom. She was only there for a few moments, but when we pulled her out she was...
Mike Enslin: [sarcastically] She was dead?
Gerald Olin: No. Blind. She had taken a pair of scissors and gouged her eyes out. She was laughing hysterically.

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[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.

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Gerald Olin: The causes of death in 1408 range from heart attack, stroke, drowning.
Mike Enslin: Drowning?
Gerald Olin: Yes, one Mr. Grady Miller drowned in his chicken soup.
Mike Enslin: That's hard to do, h - how did he do that?
Gerald Olin: How indeed.

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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?

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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 12. Do you know why I can stay in

your spooky old room, Mr. Olin? Because I know that ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties... don't exist. And even if they did, there's no God to protect us from them, now is there?
Gerald Olin: So I can't talk you out of this?
Mike Enslin: I think we've reached an understanding.

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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]
Gerald Olin: Hmm.

Mike Enslin: I never did get that drink.
[Olin pours a glass of the $800 whiskey, handing it to Enslin. Enslin takes a sip]
Mike Enslin: Ooh, that is good.
Gerald Olin: [smiling] Here, keep it. Compliments of the house.
[hands bottle to Enslin]
Mike Enslin: [after dropping the bottle into his bag

and taking another sip] I'm still staying.
Gerald Olin: [yelling] Dammit to hell!

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Mike Enslin: [after escaping from the ventilation shaft and falling back into 1408] Ah, its good to be back.

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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!

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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!

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[Lily is reaching Mike Enslin via his laptop]
Lily Enslin: Michael? Can you hear me?
[Mike is freezing during a supernatural cold spell in Room 1408, but manages to crawl over to his laptop]
Mike Enslin: Yeah.
Lily Enslin: Oh, my God, thank God. Jesus, I've been trying to get through.
Mike

Enslin: [whispering] Did you call the cops?
Lily Enslin: Yeah, yeah, they're at the hotel! Didn't you say the Dolphin?
Mike Enslin: Yes.
Lily Enslin: You're sure.
Mike Enslin: Yes. Yes. 1408.
Lily Enslin: Yeah. They're in 1408. The room's empty.

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Room 1408: Five. This is five. Ignore the sirens. Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room.
Room 1408: [Voice changes and handset begins to melt] Eight. This is eight. We have killed your friends. Every friend is now dead.

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Mike Enslin: I was out!

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Mike Enslin: Let's "Encyclopedia Brown" this bitch.

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Mike Enslin: Why don't you just kill me?
Room 1408: Because all guests of this hotel enjoy free will, Mr. Enslin.

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Mike Enslin: [yelling] I want... my *drink*!