Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.
Ichabod Crane: Katrina, I might have killed you. Why have you come?
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Because no one else would go with you.
Ichabod Crane: I am now twice the man, and it is your white magic.
Ichabod Crane: You believe the father killed her?
Samuel Philipse: The Horseman killed her.
Ichabod Crane: How often do I have to tell you? There is no Horseman, never was a Horseman, and never will be a Horseman.
[Pulls a pendant off of The Magistrate's neck]
Ichabod Crane: What is that thing?
Samuel Philipse: It's my talisman. It protects me from the Horseman.
Ichabod Crane: It is truth, but truth is not always appearance.
The Burgomaster: Remember it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: I have shed my tears for Brom... and yet my heart is not broken. Do you think me wicked?
Ichabod Crane: No... but perhaps there is a little bit of witch in you, Katrina.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Why do you say that?
Ichabod Crane: Because you have bewitched me.
Baltus Van Tassel: There is a conspiracy here, and I will seek it out!
Lady Van Tassel: You're just in time to have your head cut off.
Lady Van Tassel: Watch your heads.
Ichabod Crane: It was a headless horseman.
Baltus Van Tassel: You must not excite yourself.
Ichabod Crane: But it was a headless horseman.
Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it was. That's why you're here.
Ichabod Crane: No, you must believe me. It was a horseman, a dead one. Headless.
Baltus Van Tassel: I know, I know.
Ichabod Crane: You don't know because you were not there. It's all true.
Baltus Van Tassel: Of course it is. I told you. Everyone told you.
Ichabod Crane: I... saw him.
The Burgomaster: Constable Crane! This is a song we have heard from you more than once. Now, there are two courses open to me. The first, is to let you cool your heels in the cells until you learn respect for the dignity of my office...
Ichabod Crane: I beg pardon. But why am I the only one who can see that to solve crimes, we must use our brains, assisted by reason, using up-to-date scientific techniques?
The Burgomaster: Which brings me to the second course. There is a town, two days journey to the north in the Hudson Highlands. It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it?
Ichabod Crane: I have not.
The Burgomaster: An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. Each one found with the head lopped off.
Ichabod Crane: Lopped off?
The Burgomaster: Clean as dandelion heads, apparently. You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this?
Ichabod Crane: I will.
The Burgomaster: Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.
Ichabod Crane: [Studies the horse tracks surrounding Jonathan Masbath's dead body, and takes giant footsteps] The stride is gigantic! The attacker rode Masbath down, turned his horse, and came back. Came back to claim the head. [Takes a small bottle out of his bag and starts sprinkling powder near the severed neck. The powder sizzles] Yes. There's a chemical reaction. It shows there was a powerful, singular thrust to the neck. [Puts on strange goggles] Now. [Using tongs, he lifts the skin of the neck and a beetle runs out. He shudders] Interesting.
Baltus Van Tassel: What is it?
Ichabod Crane: The wound was cauterized in the very instant, as though the blade itself were red-hot. And yet, no blistering, no scorched flesh.
Samuel Philipse: The Devil's fire.
Lady Van Tassel: The easiest part was the first. To enter your home as your mother's sick-nurse and put her body into the grave and mine into the marriage bed.
Ichabod Crane: We have murders in New York without benefit of ghouls and goblins.
Baltus Van Tassel: You are a long way from New York, constable.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Good-bye, Ichabod Crane. I curse the day you came to Sleepy Hollow.
Ichabod Crane: [arriving in New York City with Katrina and Masbeth] Ah, just in time for a new century. You'll soon find your bearings, young Masbeth. The Bronx is up, the Battery is down, and home is this way.
Ichabod Crane: You have moved the body?
Dr. Thomas Lancaster: I did.
Ichabod Crane: You must never move the body!
Dr. Thomas Lancaster: Why not?
Ichabod Crane: Because...
Ichabod Crane: Yes I think you loved me that day when you followed me into the Western Woods... to have braved such peril.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Will you take nothing from Sleepy Hollow that was worth the coming here?
Ichabod Crane: No. No, not nothing. [pauses] A kiss, from a lovely young woman, before she saw my face or knew my name.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Yes, without sense or reason.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Is it Theodore?
Ichabod Crane: No. Pardon, miss, I am only a stranger.
Katrina Anne Van Tassel: Then have a kiss on my account.