Nosferatu

Count Orlok:
Blood! Your Precious Blood!

Count Orlok:
Let us chat together a moment, my friend! There are still several hours until dawn, and I have the whole day to sleep.

Count Orlok:
Is this your wife? What a lovely throat!

Dr. Van Helsing:
Astonishing, isn't it, gentlemen? That plant is the vampire of the vegetable kingdom.

Horseman:
We will go no further, sir. Not for a fortune!

Horseman:
We will go no further. Here begins the land of phantoms.

Jonathan Harker/Thomas Hutter:
[In the letter...] After my first night in this castle, I found two large bites on my neck. From mosquitoes? From spiders? I don't know...

The Narrator:
As the sun rose, Harker felt himself freed from the oppresions of the night.

Wait, young man. You can't escape destiny by running away ...

Knock:
Of course, it will cost you some effort... a little sweat and... perhaps... a little blood.

Knock:
Blood is life ! Blood is life!

Knock:
Go quickly, travel safely, my young friend, to the land of ghosts.

Title Card:
Nosferatu. Does this word not sound like the midnight call of the Bird of Death? Do not utter it, or the images of life will fade - into pale shadows and ghostly dreams will rise from your heart and feed your Blood.