The Monster eagerly rushes down into the laboratory to meet and woo his new Bride. She stands back warily. He approaches and shyly but hopefully asks . . .
Monster: Friend? . . . Friend?
The ugly creature's clumsy and ludicrous overtures are rejected and repelled by the unreceptive Bride - she recoils and emits a piercing, ear-shattering shriek when he reaches out to touch her arm.
The Bride pulls away in disgust and seeks shelter behind her creator Frankenstein. The Monster refuses to "stand back" and proceeds to sit next to her.
He takes her reptilian, claw-like hand in his own and caresses it, causing her more horrified distaste and another shrewish shriek. Frankenstein pulls her away from her monstrous, abominable counterpart. The Monster is hurt and then angry, declaring with a feeling of worthlessness.
Monster: She hate me. Like others.
With a broken, humiliated and rejected heart, the Monster goes beserk, realizing the utter hopelessness of his life and determined to destroy everything around him in a rage. He threatens to pull a lever that will destroy the tower and everything in it.
Henry (yelling): Look out! The lever!
Pretorius (warning): Get away from that lever. You'll blow us all to atoms.
Elizabeth escapes from her bonds and races to the tower door where she pleads to Henry . . .
Elizabeth: Henry! Open the door! Henry!
Henry: Get back! Get back!
Elizabeth: I won't, unless you come!
Henry (Henry opens the door and hugs Elizabeth.): I can't leave them, I can't.
Monster: Yes, go! You live! Go!
Monster (to Pretorius): You stay! We belong dead!
As the Monster reaches for and pulls the fateful lever to bring both creatures and creator to extinction, the Bride expels one long, snake-like hiss at him. A tear rolls down the Monster's repulsive face as he summons a fatally-aborted 'honeymoon' night. Explosions begin to rock the stone-tower - rubble from the crumbling foundation buries everyone inside alive.
On a nearby hillside, Elizabeth and Henry (who has renounced his mad career once and for all) happily embrace as he offers comforting words to her . . .
Henry: Darling. Darling.
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