Bram Stoker's Dracula1992

Dracula:
You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. But, I have already dined, and I never drink... wine.

Jonathan Harker:
(looks at painting on the wall) An ancestor? I see a resemblance.

Dracula:
The Order of the Dracul, the Dragon. An ancient society, pledging my forefathers to defend the church against all enemies of Christ. Their relationship was not entirely... successful.

Jonathan Harker:
Oh. (chuckles) Yes.

Dracula:
(howls with anger as he draws a sword, holding it at Harker's throat) It is no laughing matter! We Draculs have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood flows in these veins?! Blood... (laughs a bit) is too precious a thing in these times. The warlike days are over. The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told. (tosses the sword on the table) I am the last of my kind.

Jonathan Harker:
(standing with a courtsey) I have offended you with my ignorance, Count. Forgive me.