[Renfield is being seduced by Dracula's brides.]
Renfield: This is wrong. Do you hear me? Wrong. This is...WRONG ME! WRONG ME! WRONG MY BRAINS OUT!
Craig Toomy: Oh I'm real scared now.
Reverend George: They have the look of man... but not the nature of mankind.
Gabriel: Lucifer, sitting in your basement. Sulking after your breakup with The Boss. You're nothing. (01:28:46)
Roach: You know this "Hell on Earth" business? Big fucking deal - I've got hemmorhoids.
John Reilly: I didn't kill her, I fucked her, Okay?
Xavier Fitch: We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable.
Preston Lennox: More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much.
Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.
Doctor: Chow time, Doc.
Dr. Alfred Hathaway: So, what are we having this evening? Lobster florentine. Beef wellington. Perhaps grilled ahi on a bed of Belgian endive.
Doctor: No, your old favorite, Doc.
Dr. Alfred Hathaway: I hate meat loaf.
Helen Hudson: He really wants us to think what he's doing is art.
Doctor Sam Loomis: I knew what he was, but I never knew why.
Nix: I was born to murder the world.
Octavia Tarrant: Death is a return, you know. We leave life just like we came in.
Annie Tarrant: Alone?
Octavia Tarrant: Naked, blind, and covered in our own shit.
Russell Bennett: Evolver, initiate sequence shutdown! Phoenix 8! Delete! Delete.
Evolver: Delete this.