Count Yorga:
Where are your manners?

Count Yorga:
When played well, yes.

Rev. Thomas:
At a time like this even Jesus Christ would fabricate his intentions.

Cynthia Nelson:
How were you able to get here with the bridge out?

Count Yorga:
I flew.

Cynthia Nelson:
No, really.

Count Yorga:
I recently acquired the old Gateway mansion.

Cynthia Nelson:
You're kidding. Then we're practically neighbors. I love that place. Whenever I can't sleep I often jump in my car and drive there just to look at it.

Count Yorga:
Yes, I know.

Cynthia Nelson:
Oh?

Count Yorga:
You look magnificently beautiful in the moonlight.

Count Yorga:
Unfortunately, I find it difficult to evaluate life and love on the basis of purity. However, truth, cold, unemotional truth, one's loss of innocence holds it. Excuse me, I should be telling you over and over again how elegantly beautiful you are. Instead, my cynical philosophy jumps to defend itself.

Ellen Nelson:
Don't you sense a strangeness. An unwanted curiosity?

Count Yorga:
Cynthia, I have survived many, many years. Now you appear. A most fragile emotion known has entered my life. And I must fear the most, for it will surely threaten my ability to survive. You, Cynthia, have brought to my life a gentle pain I can only define as love. Can you love me?

Dr. David Baldwin:
Let Reverend Thomas go to the door, work his way in. Do something to keep the Count occupied. Talk about fund raising or some damn thing, I don't know, anything to distract him while we find another way in and search the place.

Lieutenant Madden:
That's a very ingenious plan. Unique.

Count Yorga:
Dr Baldwin, this is Count Yorga. You are going to die. You are going to die a most horrible death! You've been a fool, doctor, and now you are to die!