Blood Ties

Henry: Do you know how I survived five-hundred years? Vicki: Megadoses of vitamin C and complete danger avoidance? Henry: Picking my battles. Vicki: And if I were you, I would put your code on, because if Peter is right, the Windigo seeing us means that we are firmly on the entrée section of his menu. Henry: One doesn't win an argument with you. Vicki: Don't even bother.

Javier: I work for the Church. I deal with anomalies. Mike: That's what you think Fitzroy is? An anomaly? Javier: I think he is an abomination.

Henry: You didn't say anything about a sewer. Vicki: That's 'cause I was saving the best for last. I have to meet Andy at the coffee shop around the corner, but I will call you later, okay? Henry: I'm going alone? Vicki?

(of Henry) Mike: He hasn't sucked your blood, too, has he? Coreen: I wish. Mike: You guys are all insane.

Henry: I better let you lead. I don't think I can trust my back anymore. Vicki: Henry don't do this. I don't judge you. Henry: How generous. Then what does it matter what I've done? My life is my business. I drink blood or I die. Vicki: You chose to be a vampire. Henry: I chose to give my life to be with the woman I loved. I chose to experience hundreds of years human history. And every time I feed, I am choosing to live. What is your choice, Vicki?

Henry: One hundred dollars. . . that's all it takes for you to risk your life? Vicki: Actually it was $98 and 56 cents.

Vicki: Peter said once this thing sees you, you're marked for death? What does that mean? I have a new stalker? Coreen: That's one version. Vicki Great. Before you know it the supernatural types are going to have to line up to take a shot at me.

Henry: How do we do this? Do you hit me with phone books until I confess? Mike: Yeah, if you like. (gesturing to the photo) Ever meet her? Henry: She's not exactly my type. Mike: Oh, and what exactly is your type, Henry? O negative?

Vicki: Henry, it's just a conversation. It's nothing to worry about. Henry: That's what my father said to Anne Boleyn . . . right before he took her head.

Henry: D'you know what it's like trying to draw with somebody looking over your shoulder? Vicki: Mmm, it makes you wanna stop working and discuss my case? Henry: I have a deadline. If this book isn't in to the printers by the end of the month, my editor's going to kill me… again. Vicki: So much for a timeless existence as one of the children of the night. Henry: Welcome to the 21st century.

Kate: You been here all night? Mike: Is it morning already? Kate: I think you need this more than I do. (she offers Mike her cup of coffee) Mike: (while taking the cup from her) God bless you!

Vicki: Where would you go if you were an accountant who had stolen $15 million? Mike: Fifteen million? Where wouldn't I go?