Dracula:
Raw meat. You do like raw meat?

Dracula:
Steak tartar? Ah, yes. Steak tartar.

China:
Can't a girl get laid around here without being burned at the stake?

Mark Loftmore:
I'm sorry, I was never very good at languages.

Mark Loftmore:
One last thing before you kill us Lincoln!

Mr. Lincoln:
You know my name?

Mark Loftmore:
I should. You murdered my grandfather!

Mr. Lincoln:
You're a Loftmore! Old horror lord's grandchild. Well, well, well, what a coincidence. It's such a small world!

Mark Loftmore:
Well, then why do you want to end it?

Mr. Lincoln:
Somebody has to.

Mr. Lincoln:
Would you like a closer look?

Gemma:
What's happening tonight, guys?

Tony:
Nothing. I gave up drinking.

Sarah Brightman:
The third time this month?