Left Hand:
What's the sound of one hand yapping?

Left Hand:
You're not so bad... you just dress bad.

Meier Link:
When the last vampire is extinct, who will mourn our passing? Will she? Will anyone? Can anyone understand this pain, this loneliness?

Leila:
Since we're in this for the long haul, I say we make a pact. The first one who dies, the other one gets to bring flowers to their grave.