Moonlight

Mick: (voice over) When I was still human, I survived the Battle of the Bulge. Six weeks in a trench in the Ardennes. Coldest winter I ever felt. My buddy lost a foot to frostbite. I thought that was hell. I was wrong.

Beth: So how long can you stay outside? Like how much sun is too much? Mick: Any is too much. Beth: You're a delicate flower Mick St. John.

Leni: We have to get you a hospital, this is not just regular dehydration. Something is seriously wrong! Mick: No hospitals. Just keep trying to get a signal. Call the number I gave you. Ask for Beth. Just talk to her, only Beth. Leni: Who is she? Mick: I trust her. Leni: Hey, is she your girlfriend? Mick: No. (pause) It's complicated.

Mick: (in reference to Beth) Maybe it was her blood in my veins that made me feel her, the beating of her very-living heart. Or maybe, we've always been connected. Either way, being near me puts her in danger. So it has to stop.

Mick: You're probably wondering how someone like me ends up near death in no star motel hell.

Mick: Blood is life for vamps and humans alike. It warms us and thrills us; helps us heal. But vampires will always be jealous of the living-- like renters versus owners— You can make your own blood. We've got to beg, borrow and work it into the budget.

Mick: (voice over) Vampire survival instincts are simple. If you're dying, you need blood.

Mick: (voice over) When I get thirsty, I start to see blood everywhere. Even the damn tomato juice made me think that maybe I'd found a vamp-friendly vending machine.

Mick: Okay, tell me about your witness. Josh: This means, you'll do it? Mick: No, it means, I'll listen.

Josh: Your confidence in me is overwhelming. Beth: I think I was overcompensating with the dry and factual. I was afraid I'd start babbling about how hot you are. Josh: Uh-huh. Beth: So what do you have cooked up for Monday? Josh: What are you talking about? Beth: Please. All the late night calls, the cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. Josh: Maybe, I'm cheating on you. Beth: Who would cheat ... on this? (Beth points to her body) Josh: Good point. (they smile and kiss)

Mick: (seeing a helicopter with missiles following them) You had to piss off an arms dealer, didn't you?

Beth: (offering herself to Mick) You need blood. Mick: No, not yours! Not like this! Beth: I want to do this.

Mick: What do you do when the one thing you need to save your life is the one thing that would make life unbearable?