Jeni:
What ya doin'?

Heather:
Nothing...

Jeni:
Are you cutting class?

Heather:
No...

Jeni:
Yes you are. You're totally cutting class!

Heather:
Yeah, well, so are you.

Jeni:
You better not tell mom.

Heather:
I think I can resist the urge.

Rod:
I've been waiting for you.

Heather:
How long have you been here?

Rod:
Not long... Five thousand years.

Heather:
Okay, that's long.

Heather:
Rod, this is a bad idea.

Rod:
What is?

Heather:
This! taking my parents car. They're gonna kill me when they find out.

Rod:
They're not gonna find.

Heather:
I wanna go back.

Charity:
It's too late for that, okay? We can't go back.

Heather:
You know, there's still a chance. We can go back. My parents might not even find out about us stealing there car. If, we just turn back now.

Charity:
We can't go back now, even if we wanted to.

Heather:
I mean, if we just went over to Jeanine's she could talk him into stopping.

Charity:
We're not going to Jeanine's! Okay?

Heather:
I don't even wanna do this without her! Don't you understand my parents are going to kill me!

Charity:
You're parents aren't going to find out.

Heather:
What's that suppose to mean?

Charity:
Look, to put it bluntly Heather... you're parents are dead.

Scott:
That's Rod's seat.

Heather:
I don't seen him setting in it, do you?

Scott:
Just don't be sitting in it when he gets back, that's all.

Heather:
You really are scared of him, aren't you?

Scott:
I'm not scared of him!

Scott:
I've got powers. Rod's given me powers of a vampire and stuff, and... I am not scared of anything!

Heather:
I can feel your powers weakening.

Scott:
My powers aren't weakening.

Heather:
I am draining you of your powers.

Scott:
Whatever, your don't know what you're talking about... And another thing - - What the fuck are you doing?

Heather:
What the fuck does it look like? I'm going home!

Rod:
I beat your father's head in with a crowbar, the one that's in the car. And your fucking bitch of a mother threw coffee on me, so I bashed her head in too. That's it.

Rod:
Hey!

Heather:
Get off me!

Ruth Wendorf:
Go to hell.

Rod:
Oh, I intend to.