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- Tchernoff: Peace has come - but the Four Horsemen will still ravage humanity - stirring unrest in the world - until all hatred is dead and only love reigns in the heart of mankind.
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- Title Card: In a world old in hatred and bloodshed, where nation is crowded against nation and creed against creed, centuries of wars have sown their bitter seed, and the fires of resentment smouldering beneath the crust of civilization but await the breaking of the Seven Seals of Prophecy to start a mighty conflagration.
- Senator Lacour: Poor little Marguerite! Laurier is a fine fellow - but too old. Her heart yearns for youth's companionship and - romance.
- Marcelo Desnoyers: When one leaves one's home to go to another land, one always risks his happiness. What may come to us in the other land - we cannot tell.
- Title Card: The world was dancing. Paris had succumbed to the mad rhythm of the Argentine tango.
- Doña Luisa: Your papa has forbidden my giving you any more money, and I decided to obey him when I saw those na-- undressed ladies in your studio.
- Doña Luisa: Is it not enough to lead my son into wild ways without teaching my daughter the tango?
- Madariaga: Would you have the boy grow up like those glass-eyed carrot-topped sharks of your sister's?
- Madariaga: Por Dios! Women are the plague of our existence, but we cannot get along without them - eh, Frenchy?
- Karl von Hartrott: One owes his first duty to his Fatherland - that his children may grow up in allegiance with the advantages of super-culture.
- Julio Desnoyers: Why not come to my studio? There would be no harm - I promise to be good!
- Marguerite Laurier: You - you promise?
- Chichí Desnoyers: You are miserly! If mother did not give Julio money, he could not continue his studies!
- Marcelo Desnoyers: Continue his studies! Continue his debauches at Montmartre - his tango teas - his pretext of painting as an excuse to surround himself with women!
- Title Card: The von Hartrott family accepted Desnoyers' hospitality with good-natured superiority.
- Tchernoff: The symbol of the original sin. Do you wonder that the apple - with its brilliant coloring, was chosen to represent the forbidden fruit? But when the beautiful covering is removed, how unlovely - how like a woman bereft of her cloak of virtue.
- Tchernoff: In the enemy's land they too are singing and shouting as they wave *their* flag - believing *they* are also right and that God rules for them. And when the sun rises in a few hours the world will behold the Four Horsemen - enemies of mankind! Those who go before the Beast - the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse! John foresaw it all two thousand years ago.
- Title Card: The ceaseless rumble of distant cannon echoing the ominous hoof-beats of Prophecy's Horsemen...
- Marguerite Laurier: Just imagine what war will mean! No parties - no pretty clothes - women in mourning - nothing but misery!
- Tchernoff: It is the age of fulfillment. The Angel of Prophecy is revealed. The voice of the Beast shall be heard, commanding the Four Ill-omened Horsemen as they ride forth - to scatter desolation throughout the world! The first Horseman to lead Prophecy's devastation is - Conquest! The second - War, in all his hideousness! The third, trailing in their wake - Pestilence, carrying the Scales of Famine! And in relentless pursuit, the fourth Horseman - Death! The agony of humanity under the brutal sweep of the Four Horsemen has already begun!
- Title Card: The serpent had uncoiled itself - twining its gray-green body through the fertile valley of the Marne.
- Title Card: And for days, a stunned panic-stricken horde of homeless beings had drifted toward the French capital. While another horde marched with relentless iron-shod feet, borne by the impetus of the Apocalyptic Beast.
- Marcelo Desnoyers: You do not know what war is! I have just come from it - it is like a wild beast whose breath scorches and whithers humanity!
- Title Card: Oh frightful trend of awful dreams. What shall fiends next contrive? An open grave - and as it seems, Men stand in it - alive.
- Title Card: The aimless path fades with life's span. Nations mourn, while memory glorifies the brave.
- Title Card: Four years has War, Pestilence and Death held sway until the nations of the Old World were torn asunder and lay bleeding, crying out to a just God to free them from the forces of evil.
- Chichí Desnoyers: How nice that it has been arranged for you to remain at home! I shall call you my little sugar soldier!