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All right, vampire killers... let's kill some fucking vampires.

Well, your best better get a hell of a lot fucking better, or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot fucking worse. Everybody be cool. You — be cool!

All right, ramblers... Let's get ramblin'.

Now I'm gonna ask you one question, and all I want is a yes or no answer: Do you wanna live through this?

Let me explain the house rules. Follow the rules, we'll get along like a house on fire. Rule number one: No noise, no questions. You make a noise... [holds up gun] Mr. .44 makes a noise. You ask a question, Mr. .44 answers it.

[As a vampire] You know what they say about me? I suck!

Do you think this is who I am? I am a professional thief, I don't run around killing people I don't have to.

[puts a gun to Sex-Machine's head] You touch my brother with that stake, biker, and vampires won't have to suck your blood. They'll be able to lick it up off the floor.

I'm gonna kill every last one of you godless fuckin' pieces of shit!

And if there is a hell, and those sons of bitches are from it, then there has got to be a heaven, Jacob. There's got to be.

I know that I have put you through hell, and I know that I have been one rough pecker. But from here on, you are all in my cool book.

I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fuckin' bastard.

So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfuckin' servant of God?

Don't you ever try and fucking run on us, 'cause I've got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.

Richie, here is the peace in death that I could not give you in life!

[on his impending vampirization] I'll be a lap dog of Satan.