Kemp: An interesting mating ritual, as seen throughout the animal kingdom: The male flaps and fusses, seeking attention; the female refuses until, eventually, the male flaps hard enough and the female succumbs.
Lucy: This one doesn't end in mating.
Kemp: I think you underestimate the allure of the Devil.
Molly: Do you like cats?
George: Yeah. I couldn't eat a whole one, though.
George: [to himself] Who am I kidding? Of course I could!
[a dead girl, her bed and a nearly naked Mitchell are all covered in blood smears]
Herrick: Oh, can't leave the place looking like this.
Mitchell: Don't we have people to take care of this kind of thing, no?
Herrick: Yeah, back in Bristol, sure.
Mitchell: What? There's no vampires in London?
Herrick: Yeah, but their head guy and I, we don't, um... I sort of killed his mum.
Policeman: [bursting into Mitchell's bedroom to arrest him] YOU! GET UP!
Mitchell: It's the library books, isn't it?
Chief Constable Wilson: Douglas Drakefield, arrested in 2005 for flashing, but he's got a good lawyer, so no conviction. Kiddie porn on the hard drive, April 2006. Again, no conviction. November 2006, assault on a minor. He gets two years, serves eighteen months. And then this afternoon we find him parked outside a primary school with a length of rope in the boot of his car.
Mitchell: And this involves me how, exactly?
Chief Constable Wilson: Well, it's time for affirmative action. I want this animal sent kicking and screaming to Hell, and you're the man to do it; so, get in there, vamp up, vamp out - whatever it is you do - and rip this fucker to shreds.
George: Hey, are you okay?
Mitchell: Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
George: Uh, well, I don't know. Maybe the storm troopers dragging you out of bed in the middle of the night.
Campbell: I've been dreaming about my ex. I tried to recruit her, but no one had shown me how, so she... she just died.
George: [ticking off his old to-do list] A job, a wife, and a house full of children.
Annie: Well, you can still have all that, can't you?
George: Other people get to do that. We're not other people any more.
Mitchell: George, you may want a normal family life, but whether you like it or not, you're never gonna be a normal family man. You need someone who gets you. The real you.
George: Oh, and Lucy gets you, does she? She accepts you for what you are?
Mitchell: Maybe some day I'll tell her the truth.
George: Then you're an idiot. Relationships have secrets. No one can know every square inch of somebody else's soul, but it doesn't mean they're doomed to fail.
Mitchell: No, you're wrong. I had someone like that. Someone who knew everything about me.
George: Yes, but that was forty years ago.
Mitchell: You have to feed the monster. It's like keeping a ball in the air. If it drops... You have to feed it because otherwise this panic creeps in, and it's not withdrawal. It's... it's terror. You start seeing their faces again. You think you've forgotten them but they come back - the smell of their hair, the taste on their lips, the last thing they said. The only way to stop is to kill again. You see, it's not an addiction. It's cowardice. It's not being able to face the alternative.
George: New George makes decisions. You know, speaks his mind, grabs life by the nuts, blurts things out...
Annie: Well, I haven't noticed much blurting yet, New George.
George: [chuckles] Yeah, you're right. I'm doing it again.
Herrick: I'm gonna tell you a secret, but I think you already know it. Becoming a vampire doesn't change your personality. That's just a... just a little lie we tell the newcomers to help them through their first few kills. "Oh, what's happening to me?" Munch munch. Heh. It doesn't change the personality. It liberates it. A vampire is the only truly free man. All his darkness, all his excesses, they can run amok. He wants a girl, take twenty. He wants a boy, go ahead. Just give the place a bit of a hose-down after. The world is his.
Chief Constable Wilson: You're like a dog that's been switched to a diet of dried food. You're losing all your shine. You see, there is a natural order to all things, and you're upsetting it. We've barely started. I've got dozens of names and you've got dozens of soldiers, and eventually someone will fall, and then another, and then another, and then we'll be back to our beautiful bloody chaos. This abstinence, this sudden morality - that's not who you are.
Mitchell: All right.
Chief Constable Wilson: Good lad. Now, go back and put that animal to sleep.
Mitchell: I told you, I'm not a killer. None of us are killers now.
Chief Constable Wilson: Sure you are. You're just goin' through a rough patch, that's all. You'll come good again.
George: However crap a prospect you think you may be, I am far, far crapper.
Mitchell: Is there another way out of here?
Josie: You mean like a secret tunnel that connects to the sewage system?
Mitchell: Are you gonna cause me a problem?
Josie: That depends. Are you gonna hurt me?
Mitchell: Right now I'd say it's about fifty-fifty.
Mitchell: So how many people have you killed?
Josie: Dunno. It's hard to say. More than a hundred, less than a thousand.
George: You need to move, I need to move. Give me one valid reason why we shouldn't do it.
George: Two. Give me two valid reasons.
Sam: We hardly know each other.
George: No? Okay. My mother's maiden name is Harriet. My internet password is password1. I'm indifferent about all competitive sports. And I prefer lager to beer. I don't understand fishing-What is fishing?-I'm scared of cancer. I voice a bit of a critical objection to drive thru takeaways. And I lost my virginity on a canal boat in Tring.
Sam: Favorite color?
George: That would be gamboge. It's kind of orangey-brown.