Vicki: You're keeping an eye out, aren't you?
Henry: There's two rats mating one floor down, otherwise, we're alone.
Vicki: Wow, if you could work days, I wouldn't need the bugs.
Henry: Vicki, I was wondering, what are you doing tomorrow night?
Vicki: Ahh, I was going to type up the transcripts from the wiretaps. Why?
Henry: I have a piece in a gallery show and I was wondering if...
Vicki: A fine art show?
Henry: The show is called Dark Visions. Every piece is inspired by the dark side of human nature.
Vicki: And you want me to accompany you?
Henry: It's rare that I expose myself to the public in this way and I wanted to share it with someone special.
Vicki: Well, yeah, of course. I'd be honored. I'm just surprised you don't want to take one of those artsy babes you usually like to chow down on.
Henry: You're different. You'll give me an honest opinion and I think you might have some interest in the subject of my painting.
Vicki: Well, an invitation and a mystery. How can I refuse that?
Henry: Very well.
Vicki: A real date, huh?
Henry: Did I mention there's somebody coming up the stairs?
Vicki: No.
Henry: There's somebody coming up the stairs.
Vicki: Ok...oh, yeah...you know what, your sentry skills leave a little bit to be desired.
Vicki: This an introduction or a sales pitch?
Henry: Oh, come on, she's a little young for me, don't you think?
Vicki: Isn't everybody? By the way, I think you owe me a little commission.
Henry: Well, did I at least get the guns right?
Vicki: You know I prefer Berettas.
Mike: Oh, I'm sorry, only humans get to ask for humane.
Vicki: Vicki Nelson, vampire wrangler, at your service.
Henry: There has to be some evidence.
Vicki: Henry, that is evidence!
