(Starved for information about the case, the newspaper prints a curous headline as "a joke to sell some papers".)
CREATURE FROM SPACE
or Bureaucratic Snafu
Loren Belasco: (To a policeman advancing toward him.) We'll fly together to eternity! (Leaps from tower.)
(Atop the Third Street Bridge.)
McCloud: Ya know, you've got things confused with your films! This is no role you're playing now!
Loren Belasco: Was it a role, or a convenient façade for the Prince of the Undead?
(On the Third Street Bridge, McCloud and an officer are climbing up a tower after Belasco.)
2nd Officer: Hey, cowboy, who does he think he is, Batman?
Chief Clifford: (Of the sniper, to Det. Grover and the squad on rooftop stakeout.) So far, he's made his way up 4th Avenue like a military operation. I'm going with the theory that we've got a psycho ex-GI on our hands.
Loren Belasco: (After emerging from coffin, hearing her scream.) Really, Miss Coughlin. I'd have thought you'd have been more amused.
McCloud: (To Chris Coughlin.) Ya know, I once knew a Missouri mule that I could talk to easier.
(Belasco's butler, Morris, has a way of vanishing when your back is turned.)
McCloud: (To Chris Coughlin.) I've been around dead cats that make more noise than he does.
McCloud: (In the cavernous and candlelit Belasco mansion.) This place has got more room than a porcupine at a love-in.
McCloud: Joe, you're a cop, not a social worker. Get tough! We got a killer on our hands.
Sgt. Broadhurst: You sound more like Clifford every day, you know that?
Chief Clifford: (Walking up.) That a fact, Joe?
McCloud: (To Loren Belasco, who is warming himself at the fireplace.) I wouldn't stand too close to that fire there, that's hot enough to barbecue a four-ton steer!
(McCloud arrives at the Belasco mansion on a rainy night.)
Loren Belasco: Take those wet clothes, Morris, see if you can dry them out.
McCloud: Oh, that won't be necessary, it's just muh old sheepskin, it's been through a lot worse than that, just stand it up anywhere.
Tom Snyder: (To the camera.) I think you'd agree that we certainly got our money's worth here this morning.
Loren Belasco: (On The Tomorrow Show.) Even in jest, I take a dim view of daylight.
Coroner: Look, an ambitious young doctor in the coroner's office would be well advised to avoid worrying about the living dead and concentrate on the dead dead.
Dr. Harvey Pollock: I guess you don't believe in the values of ancient medicine.
Coroner: Pollick-working in the morgue, I'm not at all sure I even believe in the values of modern medicine.
Dr. Harvey Pollick: Marshal, I'm not crazy. I'm a damn good pathologist who just happened to turn up a victim of an honest-to-God vampire.
Chief Clifford: (Of McCloud, to Det. Grover.) Some man of action. I've seen shut-ins move faster than he does.
(Chris Coughlin is raptly watching a Dracula movie on television.)
McCloud: Ya got any blood t' drink?
Chris Coughlin: (Not listening.) Something to drink... in the refrigerator, Sam.
McCloud: Any particular type? A, or O?
Chris Coughlin: There's... milk... and beer... and some white wine.
McCloud: Well, I guess maybe I'll just drift on over to a singles bar and pick up some nice, warm, willing, New York lady.
Chris Coughlin: You know where everything is, just help yourself.
The Third Street Bridge where the final confrontation takes place is evidently, and perhaps with some humor, another bridge entirely.
Late Night Manhattan Film Festival: "Dracula Week"
Chris Coughlin watches House of Dracula (1945, dir. Erle C. Kenton) on television.