Henry: If this book isn't into the printers by the end of the month, my editor's going to kill me. Again.
Vicki: So much for a timeless existence as one of the children of the night.
Henry: Welcome to the 21st Century.
Henry: Maybe somebody should put together a hunting party?
Vicki: That's the spirit.
Henry: Actually, us not being the somebody I was referring to.
Vicki: I'm not going to like the monster version, am I?
Henry: If I'm going to kill somebody, I'm not going to be that sloppy about it.
Vicki: Well, great, all we need now is a flame thrower.
Coreen: Done. I'll need an hour. I made one last year for a party.
Vicki: Of course you did.
Vicki; Listen, Henry, we got to go back.
Henry: Into the sewer? To kill an unkillable spirit?
Vicki: Unless you have a better idea?
Henry: Not going into the sewer?
Henry: You know how I survived 500 years?
Vicki: Mega doses of vitamin C and complete danger avoidance?
Henry: One doesn't win a battle with...
Vicki: Don't even bother.
Mike: Do I look like the Lone Ranger to you?
Vicki: Good work with the reassuring tone.
