Dracula

[First lines]

Young Girl Passenger:
[reading from a Transylvanian tourist brochure] "Among the rugged peaks that crown down upon the Borgo Pass are found crumbling castles of a bygone age."

Lucy Weston:
Lofty timbers, the walls around are bare, echoing to our laughter as though the dead were there... Quaff a cup to the dead already, hooray for the next to die!

Count Dracula:
I am Dracula.

Renfield:
Oh. It's really good to see you. I don't know what happened to the driver and my luggage,and... well, and with all this, I thought I was in the wrong place.

Count Dracula:
I bid you welcome.

[Dracula goes up the stairs. Renfield starts to follow him. Suddenly, Dracula hears wolves howling.]

Count Dracula:
Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.

[Dracula goes up the steps, and waits for Renfield, who without difficulty, cuts open a huge spider's web using his walking stick.]

Count Dracula:
The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield.

Renfield:
Why, er... yes.

Renfield:
He came and stood below my window in the moonlight. And he promised me things, not in words, but by doing them.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Doing them?

Renfield:
By making them happen. A red mist spread over the lawn, coming on like a flame of fire! And then he parted it, and I could see that there were thousands of rats, with their eyes blazing red, like his, only smaller. Then he held up his hand, and they all stopped, and I thought he seemed to be saying: "Rats! Rats! Rats! Thousands! Millions of them! All red-blood! All these will I give you! If you will obey me!"

Abraham Van Helsing:
What did he want you to do?

Renfield:
That which has already been done! [giggles sinisterly]

Mina Seward:
[doing an impression of Dracula] "It reminds me of the broken battlements of my own castle in Transylvania." [chuckles] Oh, Lucy, you're so romantic!

Lucy Weston:
Laugh all you like. I think he's fascinating.

Mina Seward:
Oh, I suppose he's all right. But give me someone a little more normal.

Lucy Weston:
Like John?

Mina Seward:
Yes, dear, like John.

Lucy Weston:
[dreamily] Castle... Dracula...Transylvania!

Mina Seward:
Well, Countess! I'll leave you to your count and his ruined abbey!

[Both giggle]

Mina Seward:
Good night, Lucy.

Lucy Weston:
Good night, dear.

Count Dracula:
Van Helsing.

[Van Helsing turns to face Dracula]

Count Dracula:
Now that you have learned what you have learned, it would be well for you to return to your own country.

Abraham Van Helsing:
I prefer to remain and protect those whom you would destroy.

Count Dracula:
You are too late. My blood now flows through her veins. She will live through the centuries to come, as I have lived.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Should you escape us, Dracula. We know how to save Miss Mina's soul if not her life.

Count Dracula:
If she dies by day. But I shall see that she dies by night.

Abraham Van Helsing:
And I will find Carfax Abbey torn down, stone by stone, excavated a mile around. I will find your earth-box and drive that stake through your heart.

Count Dracula:
Come here.

[Dracula raises his hand to hypnotize Van Helsing.]

Count Dracula:
Come here.

[Van Helsing takes three hypnotized steps towards Dracula but soon steps back, resisting Dracula's power over him.]

Count Dracula:
Your will is strong, Van Helsing.

[Van Helsing reaches out for his crucifix as Dracula looms toward him.]

Count Dracula:
More wolfbane?

Abraham Van Helsing:
More effective than wolfbane, Count.

Count Dracula:
Indeed?

[Dracula lunges towards Van Helsing. Van Helsing holds up the crucifix. Dracula snarls and turns away. Van Helsing, in triumph, puts away the crucifix.]

Maid:
He's crazy!

Martin:
They're all crazy. They're all crazy except you and me. Sometimes I have my doubts about you.

Maid:
Yes.

Count Dracula:
To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!

Mina:
Why, Count Dracula!

Count Dracula:
There are far worse things awaiting man than death.

Abraham Van Helsing:
You'll die in torment if you die with innocent blood on your soul.

Renfield:
God will not damn a poor lunatic's soul. He knows that the powers of evil are too great for those with weak minds.

Count Dracula:
This is very old wine. I hope you will like it.

Renfield:
Aren't you drinking?

Count Dracula:
I never drink...wine.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Gentlemen, we are dealing with the undead.

Scholar:
Nosferatu.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Yes, Nosferatu.

Martin:
Ain't you ashamed now? Ain't you? Spiders now, is it? Flies ain't good enough!

Renfield:
Flies? Flies?! Poor puny things! Who wants to eat flies?!

Martin:
You do, ya loony!

Renfield:
Not when I can get nice fat spiders!

Martin:
All right, have it your own way.

Renfield:
Oh, Dr. Seward! Send me away from this place! Send me far away!

Abraham Van Helsing:
Why are you so anxious to get away?

Renfield:
My cries at night, they might disturb miss Mina.

Abraham Van Helsing:
Yes?

Renfield:
They might give her bad dreams, professor Van Helsing. Bad dreams.

[A wolf starts howling. Meanwhile, at Carfax Abbey, Count Dracula leaves his coffin.]

[Back at Dr. Seward's office]

Abraham Van Helsing:
That sounded like a wolf.

Dr. Jack Seward:
Yes, it did. But I hardly think there are wolves so near London.

Martin:
He thinks they're wolves. Me, I've heard them howl at night before. He thinks they're talking to him! He howls and howls back at them. He's crazy!

Abraham Van Helsing:
I might have known. I might have known.

Abraham Van Helsing:
What have you to do with Dracula?

Renfield:
Dracula? I've never even heard the name before.

Renfield:
I hope I've brought enough labels for your luggage.

Count Dracula:
I'm taking with me only three, uh... boxes...

Renfield:
Oh, very well...

Maid:
Oh, Mr. Harker! Oh, Mr. Harker, it's horrible! Oh, it's horrible! Dr. Seward! Miss Mina... Out there, dead!

Dr. Jack Seward:
Out where?

Maid:
Out there!

Renfield:
Isn't this a strange conversation, for men who aren't crazy?

Dr. Jack Seward:
Renfield! You're compelling me to put you in a straitjacket!

Abraham Van Helsing:
You forget, doctor, that madmen have great strength. Dracula has great strength. Eh, Renfield?

Renfield:
Words, words, words!