Jack Crow: You ever seen a vampire?
Father Adam Guiteau: No I haven't.
Jack Crow: No? Well first of all, they're not romantic. It's not like they're a bunch of fuckin' fags hoppin' around in rented formal wear and seducing everybody in sight with cheesy Euro-trash accents, all right? Forget whatever you've seen in the movies: they don't turn into bats, crosses don't work, and garlic? You wanna try garlic? You could stand there with garlic around your neck and one of these buggers will bend you fucking over and take a walk up your estrada chocolata while he is suckin' the blood outta your neck.
Jack Crow: If you think that I won't kill you because your a priest, you are seriously misjudging the wrong mother fucker!
Jack Crow: Padre, I'm beginning to like you... So don't make me hurt you. OK? Just tell me what you know. I'll buy you a beer and get you laid. Come on. If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to start cutting on you.