Count Dracula

Count Dracula:
Welcome to my house, Mister Harker. Come freely. Go safely.

Jonathan Harker:
Count Dracula?

Count Dracula:
I am Count Dracula. Will you come in?... And, please, leave here some of the happiness that you bring.

Abraham Van Helsing:
First, I must ask you, are you willing to believe what John Seward and myself have told you?

Quincey P. Holmwood:
I'm sorry, Professor. I reckon I find it impossible.

Abraham Van Helsing:
The wounds on the throat of that child; do they suggest nothing to you, concerning the death of Miss Lucy?

Quincey P. Holmwood:
Are you saying that those small holes, in the child's throat, were made in the same way as Lucy's?

Abraham Van Helsing:
Alas, no, I am not.

Quincey P. Holmwood:
Well, what in Pete's name are you saying?

Abraham Van Helsing:
They were made *by* Miss Lucy!

Quincey P. Holmwood:
You're insane!

Abraham Van Helsing:
She has already joined the ranks of the undead.

Quincey P. Holmwood:
The... undead?

Abraham Van Helsing:
The nosferatu. The walking dead. Those who cannot die. Who are cursed with immortality. Who must go on, age after age, adding new victims, multiplying the evils of the world!

Dr. John Seward:
You see, Quincey, she became the prey of a vampire.

Abraham Van Helsing:
She is now a vampire herself.

Abraham Van Helsing:
And now, I must tell you the terrible thing I propose to do.

Jonathan Harker:
You must know a great deal of the history of Transylvania.

Count Dracula:
All there is to know, I'm afraid. Sometimes, I think, too much.

Dr. John Seward:
Bowles?

Bowles:
Sir?

Dr. John Seward:
Any idea what the devil's going on over there?

Bowles:
What, at Carfax sir?

Dr. John Seward:
Yes. They've been at that all afternoon.

Bowles:
They look ruddy heavy, them boxes.

Dr. John Seward:
What the devil's in them? I mean, I could understand if they were moving in furniture. But these things...?

Bowles:
Didn't a foreign gentleman buy that old place sir? The one that young Mister Jonathan went abroad to see?

Dr. John Seward:
Yes.

Bowles:
I'll tell you who's fascinated by the whole thing, sir.

Dr. John Seward:
Oh... who?

Bowles:
Renfield.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Yes, yes, we must face facts, however unpleasant.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Tell me, how many boxes did you find at Burnhamtree?

Dr. John Seward:
Eight.

Abraham Van Helsing:
And at the Mile End?

Dr. John Seward:
Four.

Abraham Van Helsing:
And sanctified them all?

Dr. John Seward:
Yes.

Abraham Van Helsing:
One box left. Madam Mina, you are the wisest of us all. So tell us, where do you think the last box is?

Wilhelmina 'Mina' Westenra:
There's only one place he'd feel *really* safe.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Yes, I agree using garlic seems like nonsense, but I sense something evil and I must try everything to combat it. Evil will not disappear simply because we disapprove.

Dr. John Seward:
But what is evil?

Abraham Van Helsing:
I believe there is a monster in our midst. Who it is, or where it comes from, or what form it takes, I know not. But of one thing I am certain: we must find out. Even then, heaven knows if we are in time to stop it.

Lucy Westenra:
Come to me Quincey. Come my love. Leave these others, and we can rest together for eternity.