Sadie Frost credited as playing...
Lucy Westenra
- Lucy Westenra: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.
- Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.
- Lucy Westenra: You are my love - and my life, always.
- Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me, to be my loving wife, forever.
- Lucy Westenra: I will. Yes, yes.
- Lucy Westenra: Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you, my darling.
- Lucy Westenra: Quincy... you're such a beast. Will you kiss me, Quincy?
- [Pulls Quincy close]
- Lucy Westenra: Kiss me. Kiss...
- [snarls; growls]
- Mina: [looking at an illustration of a sexual act in the book "Arabian Nights"] Can a man and a woman really do... that?
- Lucy Westenra: I did, only last night.
- Mina: Fibber! You did not!
- Lucy Westenra: Yes, I did!
- [Mina gasps]
- Lucy Westenra: Well, in my dreams!
- Lucy Westenra: [Mina typing] Oh, Mina, you're always working. Is your ambitious Jon Harker forcing you to learn that ridiculous machine? When he could be forcing you to perform unspeakable acts of desperate passion on the parlor floor.
- Mina: Lucy, really. You shouldn't talk about my fiancé in such a way. There's more to marriage than carnal pleasure.
- Lucy Westenra: A Texan. Quincey P. Morris. He's so young and fresh - like a wild stallion between my legs.
- Mina: You're positively indecent.
- Lucy Westenra: I just know what men desire.
- Lucy Westenra: Oh! I couldn't control myself.
- Mina: Hush, Lucy. You're dreaming. You're walking in your sleep again.
- Lucy Westenra: My soul, it seemed to leave my body. There was this agonizing feeling, and I couldn't get back to it. I'm absolutely shaking.
- Mina: It's all right. You were dreaming.
- Lucy Westenra: I had to. It sort of pulled me and lured me. I had no control.
- Quincey P. Morris: Miss Lucy. Why, you're as fresh as the spring rain.
- Lucy Westenra: Oh, thank you. Oh, Quincey. Please let me touch it. It's so big.
- Quincey P. Morris: Little girl. Oh, my dear, sweet little girl.
- Lucy Westenra: Oceans of love. Oh, Jack, my darling. Oh, poor little baby. My kitten, come over here. Come over here and I'll kiss it better. My poor little blossom.
- Lucy Westenra: I don't know what's happening to me. I'm changing. I can feel it. I can hear everything. I hear the servants at the other end of the house, whispering. I hear mice in the attic, stomping like elephants. But I'm having horrible nightmares.
- Lucy Westenra: Come to me, Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you, my darling. Kiss me and caress me, my darling husband, please.