Derek: Well, the vengeful dead... we have our own code of justice. (A stake flies into his hands) Now beg, beg for your life.
Drew: We were once friends.
Derek: Yeah, until I found out you were a vampire! Kinda hard to pal around after that.
Drew: I've got nothing to fear. I'm already dead.
Essie: It was this... family ... my own uncle Dimitri that made me what I am.
Madame Sophie: Essssie! Do you know why you're here? Essie. You spoke out of turn at the table... again!
Essie: Yes, madame, I was bad. I didn't mean...
Madame Sophie: You laughed! Sixteen years old and still acting disgracefully.
Marty: Oh, yes... France 1918. The year of easy pickings.
Karl: Well, you were going to the prom with my best friend..
Carmen: Oh... I thought you were dead.
Karl: Oh, so you had to go with my best friend instead.
Carmen: And you had to get so jealous you had to kill him, and then me? Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit?
Carmen (to Karl): You broke my heel! And how could you kill me in my prom dress?
Christine: You should've screamed for help.
Merrill: There was no one to hear!
Christine: Then why did you tell me "Shhh"?
Christine (to Merrill): You took my heartbeat away. Remember? I heard it stop. Right here in my chest ... (She beats on her chest) Thump-thump, thump-thump ... thump.
Essie: I'm not ready for this.
Merrill: Nobody is.
Marty (to the soldier Dalton): I'm the Angel of Death.