반 헬싱

Vampires, gargoyles, warlocks, they're all the same — best when cooked well.

[the first time he sees Dracula in the film] Now that I have your attention.

[after cutting off Mr Hyde's arm] I'll bet that's upsetting.

Why can't I have one of those? [reaction to the firing demonstration of the gatling gun]

[After Dracula offers to restore his memories] Some things are better left forgotten. [transforms into werewolf]

I have no heart! I feel no love... nor fear... nor joy... nor sorrow! I am... hollow. And I will live... forever.

You can't kill me, Victor. [forces swords through his own abdomen] I'm already dead.

I can tell the character of a man by the sound of his heartbeat. [starts clapping his hand like a heartbeat] Usually, when I approach [clapping speeds up] I can almost dance to the beat! [clapping slows] Strange that yours... is so steady.

You are the great Van Helsing! Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul! Protected by Rome herself! But, like me, hunted by all others.

I'm at war with the world and every living soul in it!... But soon the final battle will begin. I must find out who our new visitor is.

Werewolves are such a nuisance during their first full moon. So hard to control.

To have memories of those you have loved and lost is perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.

I hope you have a heart, Aleera, because someday I'm going to drive a stake through it.

(To Aleera, who has been constantly saying she'll kill Anna and has just been stabbed by Anna) I think if you're going to kill somebody, kill them. Don't stand there talking about it.

[About Frankenstein's monster] My life, my job is to vanquish evil. I can... I can sense evil. This thing, man, whatever it is - evil may have created it, may have left its mark on it, but evil does not rule it. So I cannot kill it.

[To Van Helsing] Ah, there you are. So did you bring Mr. Hyde back, or did you kill him? Hmm... you killed him didn't you? That's why they get so annoyed! When they ask you to bring somebody back, they don't mean as a corpse!

A vampire is nothing like a warlock. My granny could kill a warlock.

Actually, I'm still just a friar, so I can curse all I want... dammit!

Do we have a plan? I mean, it doesn't have to be Wellington's at Waterloo, but some kind of plan would be nice.

Why does it smell like wet dog in here?