Coreen: Adultery again? Where do people find the time?
Henry: Are you trying to suggest that Mike is good at his job?
Vicki: Not just his job.
Vicki: Oh, yeah, and love has such a great track record.
Vicki: You're kind of twisted. Anyone ever tell you that?
Henry: If you need to relax, I could quote you some poetry.
Vicki: You could try.
Henry: Apparently it works.
Vicki: If you want to know what works, you could get the garbage on your way out.
Vicki: Hi.
Henry: You ok?
Vicki: You weren't just over at my place somehow, um, in bed with me, running your hands all over my body, that kind of thing?
Henry: That depends. Were you enjoying it?
Vicki: Henry.
Henry: No.
Vicki: Are you sure?
Henry: I think I'd remember.
Vicki: Ok. Ok, good. Well, that's a load off. Pshew.
Henry: Disappointed?
Vicki: No, relieved.
Henry: You don't look relieved.
Vicki: Oh, no, this is my relieved face.
Henry: Because finding me in your bed running my hands all over your body would be...horrible?
Vicki: Well, unless you were invited.
Henry: I'm all ears.
Vicki: Obviously, here's the catch: You're a vampire. I'm a half blind private investigator. These stories always end up tragic.
Henry: We could beat the odds.
Vicki: I'm not that much of a gambler. Good night, Hank.
Henry: We could cuddle after.
Mike: Well, wouldn't want to kill the moment.
Henry: I don't have mojo. I have charm, charisma, if you will.
Coreen: I would.
Vicki: Just keep that filthy mind of yours on the case and Emmanuel.
Coreen: All I'm saying is two great guys and every night you're going home alone.
Vicki: Look, I'm just too busy for the messy relationship stuff right now.
Coreen: Too busy for the messy? Because the working women here sure aren't.
Coreen: An incubus. A sex demon. Sort of a virtual vibrator for the medieval set.
Henry: That's how they resisted me. They were under the influence of an incubus.
Vicki: I thought you were irresistible.
Coreen: You resist him.
Mike: You mean, don't mistake an incubus for a vampire? I can't believe I just said that.
Coreen: She's one of the Furies. The angry ones.
Henry: Relative of yours?
Vicki: Stop it.
Henry: You're a child, Celluci, cutting me off at the light.
Mike: You've been driving for what? 90 years? You still choke at a yellow? It's pathetic.
Vicki: I'm glad I'm not the one writing the report.
Mike: Murder by jealously demon in the second degree. Yeah, it practically writes itself.
Henry: Trepidation adds a certain vibrancy to any encounter but I prefer curiosity, willingness, passion.
Emmanuel: The constant battle of coercion gets tiring after a couple hundred of years.
Henry: Exactly, and it's amazing how women have changed over this past century.
Emmanuel: The art of romance is lost on women today.