Blood Ties

Coreen: Delcious until proven guilty. Vicki: Glad I'm not the one writing the report. Mike: Murder by jealousy demond, second degree- yeah it practically writes itself doesn't it?

Henry: (to the jealousy demon) Sorry, love, already dead.

Coreen: (about the demon Megaera) She's one of the Furies, the angry ones. Henry: (to Mike) Relative of yours?

Henry: (to Mike) Tell me, Detective. Do you sleep with your windows open? Vicki: I repeat, focus!

Emmanuel: I didn't do anything...that people didn't want me to do.

Mike: Is Henry working this with you? Vicki: He is. And you're killing the moment, in case you were wondering. Mike: Well, you know, wouldn't want to kill the moment, but, um...C'mon, Vick, I just don't want to see you get hurt. Vicki: I'm going to try to remember this is coming out of your concern for me, not out of some kind of caveman complex. Mike: (as Vicki's leaving) Why can't it be both?

(Vicki steps into the mansion Mike is investigating) Mike: Hey. Vicki: Hey. Mike: What, we have plans? Vicki: Well, that depends. You get that raise? Mike: (laughs) Yeah. Yeah, and I bought this place with it, too. Vicki: Hmm. Well, in that case, I am free for dinner. Mike: Oh, well, that's good to hear. Let me just, uh, clean up this mess and we'll be on our way, alright? Vicki: Well, this mess is why I'm here. My client called. (her client, Gary, comes down the stairs) Gary: (to Vicki, referring to his wife) She's dead.

Vicki: (gestures to her face) Oh, no, this is, um, this is my relieved face. Henry: Because finding me in your bed, running my hands all over your body would be...horrible. Vicki: Well, unless you were invited. Henry: I'm all ears. Vicki: Obviously, here's the catch. You're a vampire, I'm a half-blind private investigator. These stories always end up tragic. Henry: We could beat the odds. Vicki: I'm not much of a gambler. 'Night, Hank. (Vicki turns and leaves) Henry: We could cuddle after!

Vicki: (about the gardener, Emmanuel) So he's handsome. There's no crime in noticing. Henry: You don't sound like a cop talking about a suspect. Vicki: I'm trained to notice details. Henry: So am I. Like your heart beating faster. Vicki: Too much caffeine. Henry: If you need to relax, I can quote you some poetry. Vicki: You could try. Henry: Apparently it works. Vicki: (as Henry is leaning closer to Vicki to kiss her) If you want to know what works...you can get the garbage on your way out. (Henry lets out a growl and quickly leaves)

Henry: Are you always this paranoid? Vicki: (referring to her client, Mr. Howsen) Well, he doesn't have an alibi. He also doesn't have a ghost, or a monster, or a zombie. Hmm, this'll be great! Henry: So you say. But your eyes say something else. Vicki: Right. Henry: Your eyes say that plain old murder's boring. They say that supernatural, other-worldly, freaky...turns you on. Vicki: It always has to come back to you, doesn't it? Henry: This could be your fate, Vicki. Vicki: Fate, right. Yeah, like I'm fated to go blind, like I'm fated to bring hell to earth.

Vicki: You're not gonna, you know, bite them, are you? Henry: Are you gonna tell me I can't? Vicki: No. Henry: Good. Vicki: It's just that it's not exactly protocol. Henry: You are gonna tell me I can't. Vicki: Well, it's an investigation, not a… picnic.

Henry: I'm not going to. Vicki: Bite them? Henry: Bite them.

Vicki: Do you really want to find out if your wife is cheating, Mr. Howsen, or do you want to stay married? Gary: Yes… and yes.

(After Vicki has a very real dream) Vicki: (awkwardly) You weren't just… over at my place, you know, somehow… um, like in bed with me, running your hands all over my body, that kind of thing? Henry: That depends, were you enjoying it? Vicki: (exasperated) Henry! Henry: No. Vicki: Are you sure? Henry: I think I'd remember.

Vicki:(laughingly) You golf? Henry: (Offended) My father killed the Scottish king. Yes, I golf.

Henry: (Getting out his car) You're a child Cellucci, cutting me off at the light. Mike: You've been driving for what, ninety years, and you still choke at a yellow? It's pathetic.

(while Henry and Emmanuel discuss women and romance in this century) Mike: So what about him? Vicki: Henry's free to do what he wants. Mike: Not him, the other freak. Will he be staying or what?

Bruce: (to the demon Megara) Not them! I'm the angry one! Vicki: She's a jealousy demon, you idiot!

(after Emmanuel is caught in Vicki's incubus trap) Emmanuel: I must say Vicki. I'm very disappointed in you. Vicki: You should try it from my side.

(after Mike walks in on Henry and Vicki kissing) Henry: How did you get in? (Mike shows off his key) Vicki: You were supposed to give that back! (she grabs for the key, but he pulls it away) Mike: (sarcastically) Sorry.

(Vicki prepares to lure the incubus into a trap) Coreen: I know this might be hard for you, but try to be in an open, receptive mood. Vicki: Okay, open and receptive...to a demon coming to kill me. Sure. Henry: (runs up and kisses Vicki; smiles) Open yet?

(about setting a trap for the incubus) Coreen: I'd volunteer, but the bait has to be sexually frustrated. (looks at Vicki) Vicki: I'm not sexually frustrated. (Coreen continues staring) Not sexually frustrated. Coreen: So when the incubus visited you the other night, what, he took the wrong exit?

Mike: You mean, don't mistake an incubus for a vampire?(pauses) I can't believe I just said that.

(to Henry) Vicki: I thought you were irresistible. Coreen: You resist him. Henry: (about the ladies at the country club) The incubus got to them first.

Vicki: Meanwhile, we're gonna go back to "Richie Rich" estates, I wanna search the gardener's cottage. Coreen: I wanna search the gardener. Vicki: He's our suspect. Coreen: Delicious, until proven guilty.

(to Henry) Vicki: You're kinda twisted, has anyone ever told you that?

Vicki: Except, a couple of nights ago, I had this dream. Coreen: With which one, Henry or Mike? Vicki: Neither. It was like someone was in bed with me and I was feeling hands touching me. Rubbing me everywhere. Coreen: Did it feel real? Vicki: It was a dream, but it felt real. Really real. Coreen: Sounds like an incubus.

Vicki: Listen Mike, all I know is that everytime I needed him in my corner he has been there. I trust him.

(about Vicki's longing) Emmanuel: You don't have to explain. Mike & Henry: No, explain!

(after Henry does something with his hand over Vicki's drink) Vicki: Where have your hands been tonight? Henry: Ask me again in a couple of hours.