Louis: Most of all I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side, to the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.
Louis: Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.
Louis: For 30 years I had avoided that place. Yet I found my way back there with hardly an upward glance.
Louis: You lack the courage of your convictions, sir. Do it.
Lestat: No one could resist me, not even you, Louis.
Louis: I tried.
Lestat: [smiling] And the more you tried, the more I wanted you.
Claudia: Danger holds you to me!
Louis: Love holds you to me.
Claudia: You... fed on me.
Louis: I took your life. He gave you a new one.
Louis: You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.
Claudia: And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.
Lestat: Your body's dying. Pay no attention.
Lestat: You are a vampire who never knew what life was until it ran out in a big gush over your lips.
Louis: Lestat killed two, sometimes three a night. A fresh young girl, that was his favorite for the first of the evening. For seconds, he preferred a gilded beautiful youth. But the snob in him loved to hunt in society, and the blood of the aristocrat thrilled him best of all.
Louis: Where are we?
Lestat: Where do you think, my idiot friend? We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?
Louis: We belong in hell.
Lestat: And what if there is no hell, or they don't want us there?
Ever think of that?
Louis: But there was a hell, and no matter where we moved to, I
was in it.
Louis: I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for two hundred years.
Armand: The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finaly kills us.
Lestat: God, I swear you grow more like Louis each day. Then you'll be eating rats!
Claudia: Rats? When did you eat rats Louis?
Louis: It was a long, long time ago. Before you were born, and I
don't recomendthem.
Louis: How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful, magical? Our white skin, our fierce eyes? "Drink" you ask me, do you have any idea of the thing you will become?
Lestat: Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves
.Louis: That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched its whole magnificence for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sun light, and set out to become what I became.
Louis: We reached the Mediterranean. I wanted those waters to be blue, but they were black, nighttime waters, and how I suffered then, straining to recall the color that in my youth I had taken for granted.
Lestat: Merciful death, how you love your precious guilt.
Claudia: Goodnight sweet prince and may flights of devils sing you to your rest.
Claudia: I'll put you in your coffin.
Claudia: Who will take care of me my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?
Louis: Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be
vampires.
Claudia: How avant-garde!
Lestat: Evildoers are easier, and they taste better.
Armand: You are beautiful my friend. Lestat must have wept when he made you.
Louis: You knew Lestat?
Armand: Knew him well enough not to mourn his passing
Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson: that we must be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
Grandpa: Second shelf is mine. That's where I keep my rootbeers and my double-thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf but me.
David: It is too late, my blood is in your veins.
Michael: So is mine!
Grandpa: If you read the T.V. Guide, you don't need a T.V.
Max: Don't you know never to let a vampire in your house!
Grandpa: One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach. All the damn vampires.
David: What, you don't like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?
David: Now you know what we are, now you know what you are. You'll never grow old, Michael, and you'll never die. But you must feed!
Sam: You're a creature of the night, Michael. My own brother, a goddam shit-sucking vampire. You wait 'til Mom finds out!
Sam about Star: It's that girl from the boardwalk. Is she one of them? [Star floats up.] She's one of them! And don't tell me it doesn't make her a bad person, Mike.
Alan Frog: Holy shit! It's the attack of Eddie Munster!
[Reading from a Transylvanian tourist brochure]
Young Girl Passenger: "Among the rugged peaks that crown
down upon the Borgo Pass are found crumbling castles of a bygone age."
Renfield: No, no, master! I wasn't going to say anything, I told them nothing! I am loyal to you master!
Count Dracula: Good evening, I am Count Dracula. I bid you welcome.
Renfield: Flies, why eat flies when I can have nice juicy spiders.
Van Helsing: Gentlemen, we are dealing with the undead.
Scholar: Nosferatu
Van Helsing: Yes, Nosferatu.
Count Dracula: Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make!
Count Dracula: This is very old wine. I hope you will like it.
Renfield: Aren't you drinking?
Count Dracula: I never drink... wine.
Renfield: Master, don't kill me. Let me live - punish me - torture me - but let me live. I can't face God with all those lives on my conscience, all that blood on my hands.
Van Helsing: You'll die in torment if you die with innocent blood on your soul.
Renfield: God will not damn a poor lunatic's soul. He knows that
the powers of evil are too great for those with weak minds.
Count Dracula: To die, to be *really* dead, that must be glorious!
Mina Seward: Why, Count Dracula!
Count Dracula: There are far worse things awaiting man than
death.
Count Dracula: Children of the night, shut up!
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: You know what Freud said: if you don't pay for it, you don't get better.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Look, a check. She paid me everything she owes me. She left me, but she learned something. She's a responsible person, or whatever.
Cindy Soundheim: We can go to bed, maybe get in a little quickie.
Count Dracula: No. With you, never a quickie, always a longie.
Commissare Woman: Either you spend the rest of your life in an efficiency apartment with seven dissidents and one toilet, or you gather your aristocratic shit together and split.
Count Dracula: Renfield.
Renfield: Yes, master.
Count Dracula: What is an efficiency apartment?
Renfield: I don't know, master. What's a toilet?
[Pointing to the bat droppings on the floor]
Dracula: The children of the night... what a mess they make.
[Dracula's nightmare sequence]
Dracula: I'm drinking wine...and eating chicken! And it's good!
[Looking into coffin of vampiress]
Jonathan Harker: She's alive?
Van Helsing: She's Nosferatu!
Jonathan Harker: She's Italian?
Van Helsing: Three tiny puncture marks on her throat.
Seward: Three?
Van Helsing: Two. Two tiny puncture marks on her throat.
Dracula: Renfield, wake up. You were having a nightmare.
Renfield: A nightmare? But it was so real, so vivid. Two voluptuous women, grinding, heaving. How to describe it. Have you ever been to Paris?
Dr. Seward: Oh Count Dracula, allow me to introduce Professor Abraham Van Helsing of London University. He's a doctor of rare diseases as well as theology and philosophy.
Dr. Abraham Van Helsing: And gynecology!
Dr. Seward: Oh, I didn't know you had your hand in there too.
Countess Marya Zaleska: Sandor, look at me. What do you see in my eyes?
Sandor: Death.
Lady Esme Hammond: Sherry, Marya?
Countess Marya Zaleska: Thank you, I never drink ...wine.
Lucard: Stay as long as you like... longer even.
Lucard: Your powers of deduction never fail to impress me ever so slightly.
Lucard: I warned you... but, of course, you didn't listen.
Lucard: Of course I saved you... for myself.
Lucard: My aesthetic desires may overrule my financial wisdom.
Lucard: Maybe I have an eternity...
Lucard: You know, I really haven't got much in the way of friends... it seems I've had to kill most of them.
Lucard: I've never had a sufficient appreciation of loyality... especially when it comes so late!
Lucard: For some, it can be too much--too stimulating. They don't see life as I do--as something to be taken... to be seized and held until every last drop of its essence is extracted.
Lucard: Conflict makes me thirsty...
Lucard: What a third-rate creature you are, even by zombie standards.
Lucard: There are just too many vampires these days, and when you get too large a population you get... impurities!
Lucard: People are my greatest resource. I rarely turn down a chance to meet new blood.
Lucard: You are a clever little boy, Maximilian, but, unlike me, you are not perfect.
Lucard: To think I would have been the architect of my own demise... now that would have been depressing!
Lucard: There is one thing you must realize: I have always preferred excess.
Xander: We're right behind you, only further back.
Xander: Yep, vampires are real. A lot of 'em live in Sunnydale. Willow'll fill you in.
Willow: I know it's hard to accept at first.
Oz: Actually, it explains a lot.
Cordelia: So does looking at guns make you wanna have sex?
Xander: I'm 17. Looking at *linoleum* makes me wanna have sex.
Willow: I knew it! Not in the sense that I had the slightest idea what was going on, but I knew there was something I didn't know!
Xander: A black eye heals, but cowardice has an unlimited shelf life.
Willow: It's like this dream I had about Xander... except that it wasn't about Xander, it was about someone else; and it wasn't even me, it was a friend of mine and... she doesn't remember it.
Snyder: There are some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense.
Giles: No, actually, that would be one of the five.
Xander Harris: Well, every school has 'em. See, you start a new school, you get your desks, some blackboards, and some mean kids.
Xander: So, are we going Bronzing tonight? Or of course, we could take a hammer and pound our enemies into talcum powder, but darn it, we did that last night!
Vampire: Slayer.
Buffy Summers: Slayee.
Xander: I don't like vampires. I'm going to take a stand and say they're not good.
Xander: I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.
Xander: To read makes our speaking English good.
Willow: Xander, wanna stay and help me?
Xander: Are you kidding?
Willow: Yes, it was a joke I made up.
Angel: I can walk like a man but I'm not one.
Buffy: It must have been wonderful. To put on some fantabulous gown and go to a ball like a princess. And have horses and servants and yet more gowns.
Buffy Summers: I think I speak for everyone here when I say, huh?
Buffy Summers: We saved the world. I say we have to party.
[Examining the contents of Tracy's refrigerator.]
Javier Vachon: You arrange this stuff alphabetically?
Javier Vachon: So, what is this now? Every time you run across
something really weird, you run to your supernatural chum, Vachon,
for the inside dope?
Tracy Vetter: Well, you're the only supernatural friend I have.
Janette: Surely you are old enough by now to understand the difference between "not guilty" and "innocent."
Nick: I need a favor, Nat.
Nat: I don't know, Nick, favors for you usually involve more than
"Can I borrow your car?"
Nick: I'll need that too.
Nick: Word to the wise - immortality is no excuse not to floss.
Tracy: Now that I've expressly told you I don't need your help... I need your help.
Javier Vachon: First night, first feeding, you wake up so hungry, you'll do anything for the blood you need. Take anyone. Enemy, friend, lover. If your first kill isn't human, you don't hunger for humans.
Nick Knight: I take it you need something.
Javier Vachon: Your doctor friend.
Nick Knight: What for?
Javier Vachon: I've got a sick friend. I need her help.
Nick Knight : She's not that kind of doctor.
Javier Vachon: I hear she's pretty good with the dead. And the
undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital. In the emergency
room, what am I'm gonna tell them? He's allergic to penicillin,
garlic, sunlight, crosses, and food. He's about four hundred and fifty
and he can fly.
LaCroix: If there is a god, must it be sane?
Schanke: I'm curious what happens when we die, but I don't go on reconnaissance missions to find out!
Sarah Roberts: She's just that kind of woman. She's... European.
Bartender: What do you people want?
Jesse: just a few more minutes of your time. About the same
duration as the rest of your life.
Mae: Listen to the night, it's deafening.
Loy Colton: Caleb, those people back there, they wasn't normal. Normal folks, they don't spit out bullets when you shoot 'em, no sir.
Jesse: Let's put it this way: I fought for the South. We lost.
Severen: Hey, Jesse, remember that fire we started in Chicago?
Severen: We keep odd hours.
Severen: Fasten your fuckin' seat belt.
[Got stabbed in the gut]
Maximillian: Let me give you an anatomy lesson. This [points] is
my stomach. This [points] is my heart. Stomach. Heart. Stomach.
Heart.
Maximillian: Hmm, interesting. I've been stabbed, hung, and lost my head, but I've never been shot before. It kinda itches a little.
[Before opening night at the theatre]
Master Sardu: Ralphus, break a leg.
Ralphus: Whose, Master?
Master Sardu: Her mouth shall make an interesting urinal!
[torturing a girl on the rack]
Master Sardu: This will go far beyond every STRETCH of the
imagination.
Baranabas: For most men, time moves slowly, oh so slowly, they don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to mein a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind that rages past me, withering me in a single, relentless blast, and then continues on. I've been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen! Time, howling, withering!
Barnabas: You may scream all you want, but no one will hear you. Now, don't be afraid, my dear. I'm not going to hurty you. I wouldn't do anything to hurt my own flesh and blood.
Barnabas: The Collins blood always had a rather-persistant strength.
Barnabas: . . . The name Victoria is so beautiful to me. I couldn't possibly sacrifice a syllable of it.
Barnabas: It will be a long time before this house falls apart. It was built to last forever . . . Like the pyramids in Egypt. You can't compare the pyramids to this house . . . The pyramids were designed to be tombs. You're right. This house was not designed to be a tomb.
Barnabas: There was much bitterness in the family. There were even those who would liked to have considered Barnabas Collins dead. But he lived on. He lived on-and outlived his enemies.
Barnabas: Free me. Bring me peace at last. . . . Do not condemn me to waander forever in endless agony. Give me to the waiting arms of death. End my torment. Please. I beg of you.
Barnabas: Some men live their lives terrified. Terrified of the night and all that is dark. I will live my life eternally in fear of the light of day.
Barnabas: I have become an animal. My instincts are to kill. Everything about me has changed. I am no longer your son!
Barnabas: My need is different from those of ordinary humans. And when the time comes for me to fulfill those needs, I am helpless to resist.
Cassandra's Dream Curse: Through sight and sound and faceless terror, Through endless corridors, by trial and error, A head of blazing light does burn--and One door leads to the point of return.
Dr. Lang: Julia. . . if both Barnabas and my creation live . . . Barnabas will be free and healthy as long as Adam lives. . . . If Adam dies, then Barnabas Collins will be - as he was - before.
Beth Chavez: Collinwood casts a long shadow.
Quentin: Alright. We'll travel. . . . Paris, Berlin, Rome. Beth: It sounds wonderful. Quentin: And when the night comes, we can all look up at the sky - and watch the moon.
Barnabas: Angelique and I . . . are not friends. Sky: You're much closer than friends. You're enemies. I know that neither of you could resist torturing each other. . . . She'll remember you long after she's forgotten me.
Jebez Hawkes: Are you closely related? Quentin: . . . distant enough to be reckless.
Julia: Quentin, this house is a house of lies. The only way to bring these people back to the truth is to smile and lie as much as they do.
Roger Collins : He was quite an unusual fellow, Quentin Collins . . . He was cruel, terrifying, perhaps even murderous when he couldn't get his own way. And yet, you know, I'm fascinated by that man.
Barnabas: I love you, Angelique. After all these years, all that's happened between us. I can say it now because I know it's true. I love you. Angelique- No, Angelique. You never heard me. You were never to know until it was too late.
