Graf Orlok: Your wife has such a beautiful neck.
Hutter: I am plagued by mosquitoes. Two have just bitten me on the neck, quite close together, one on each side.
Graf Orlok: You have hurt yourself... your precious blood.
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.
Hutter: I am going far away to the land of robbers and ghosts.
Ellen Hutter, seine Frau: Why did you kill them... the lovely flowers...?
Knock, ein häusermakler: - of course, it will cost you some effort... a little sweat and... perhaps... a little blood.
Book: Of Vampires: Wherefrom there is no salvation except that a woman without sin should cause the vampire to forget the first cock crow. Of her own free will she should give him her blood.
