Frank LangellaQuotes

Count Dracula: Lucy, come! Come to me!

Count Dracula: Now, you must go on a bit longer as of a creature of this earth. Only until we have left behind those who would destroy us.

Lucy Seward: And then?

Count Dracula: Then you will join me on a higher plane feeding on them. We will create more of our kind, Lucy.

Milo Renfield: I'm a slave, I'm a dog, master. But please don't kill me. For the love of God let me live.

Count Dracula: Did I not promise you that you should come to me at your death, and enjoy centuries of life and power over the bodies and souls of others?

Milo Renfield: But I don't want human life.

Count Dracula: You betrayed me. You sought to warn them all against me.

Milo Renfield: Then punish me, torture me, I deserve it. But please don't kill me.

Count Dracula: [breaks Renfield's neck] Oh, Renfield, you disappoint me so.

Count Dracula: You are a wise man, Professor, for someone who has not yet lived a single lifetime.

Prof. Abraham Van Helsing: You flatter me, Count.

Count Dracula: But not wise enough to return to Holland at once, now that you have learned what you have learned.

Prof. Abraham Van Helsing: I prefer to remain.

Count Dracula: [raises his hand to hypnotize Van Helsing] In the past 500 years, Professor, those who have crossed my path have all died, and some not pleasantly. Come here!

Count Dracula: Your will is strong. Then I must come to you.

Count Dracula: [snarls and turns into a wolf to escape] Sacrilege! Sacrilege!

Count Dracula: [hears wolves howling] Listen to them, the children of the night. What sad music they make.

Lucy Seward: Do you think it's sad?

Count Dracula: So lonely, like weeping.

Lucy Seward: I think it's a wonderful sound. I really love the night. It's so simple.

Count Dracula: So deceptive.

Lucy Seward: So exciting.

Count Dracula: You take the dawn for granted. The warm hot sunlight. Ah, but the night...

Lucy Seward: was made to enjoy.

Count Dracula: Yes. Yes, it was. It was made to enjoy life... and love.

Count Dracula: Jonathan Harker tells me you speak some Romanian.

Lucy Seward: Well, hardly, I know...

Count Dracula: Mi-ar plăcea să te văd zâmbind.

Count Dracula: There, you do understand.

Lucy Seward: [still smiling] Not really. I have no idea what you said.

Count Dracula: I said it would be nice to see you smile.

Lucy Seward: [pause] Then you should be pleased.

Count Dracula: Oh, I am. But I must warn you to take care.

Lucy Seward: Whatever for?

Count Dracula: If, at any time, my company does not please you, you will have only yourself to blame for an acquaintance who seldom forces himself but is difficult to be rid of.

Dr. Jack Seward: Count, some wine? You haven't...

Count Dracula: No thank you, Doctor. I never drink wine.

Lucy Seward: Before you arrived, we were looking at the ship's log.

Count Dracula: It wasn't lost at sea?

Lucy Seward: No. The very last entry was a strange word, a word that Mina thought meant "undead".

Count Dracula: Undead?

Mina Van Helsing: Yes. "Nosferatu".

Count Dracula: Ah, it means "not dead".

Lucy Seward: Then you were right.

Count Dracula: No, with your permission and all due respect to Miss Van Helsing. Yes, I'm quite finished, thank you. There is a distinction, the words "not dead" carry the simple meaning.

Mina Van Helsing: Dead... undead... I don't care! They all frighten me!

Lucy Seward: Oh, I love to be frightened!

Count Dracula: Do you?

Count Dracula: [to Lucy] Now it is you, my best beloved one. You will be flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You shall cross land or sea to do my bidding. I need your blood. I need...

Count Dracula: You fools! Do you think with your crosses and your wafers you can destroy me? Me! You do not know how many men have come against me. I am the king of my kind! You have accomplished nothing, Van Helsing. Time is on my side. In a century, when you are dust, I shall wake and call Lucy, my queen from her grave.

Richard Nixon: You know those parties of yours, the ones I read about in the newspapers. Do you actually enjoy those?

David Frost: Of course.

Richard Nixon: [chuckles] You have no idea how fortunate that makes you, liking people. Being liked. Having that facility. That lightness, that charm. I don't have it, I never did. It kind of makes you wonder why I chose a life that hinged on being liked. I'm better suited to a life of thought, debate, intellectual discipline. Maybe we got it wrong. Maybe you should have been a politician and I the rigorous interviewer.

David Frost: [smiling] Maybe.

Richard Nixon: Look, when you're in office, you gotta do a lot of things sometimes that are not always, in the strictest sense of the law, legal, but you do them because they're in the greater interests of the nation!

David Frost: Right. Wait. Just so I understand correctly, are you really saying that in certain situations, the president can decide whether it's in the best interests of the nation and then do something illegal?

Richard Nixon: I'm saying, that when the President does it, that means it's not illegal!

David Frost: ...I'm sorry?

Richard Nixon: That's what I believe. But I realize... no one else shares that view.

Richard Nixon: That's our tragedy, isn't it, Mr. Frost? No matter how high we get, they still look down at us.

David Frost: I really don't know what you're talking about.

Richard Nixon: Yes, you do. Now come on. No matter how many awards or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is for me, it's still not enough. We still feel like the little man, the loser they told us we were a hundred times. The smartasses in college, the high-ups, the well-born. The people whose respect we really wanted, really craved. And isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? Scrambling our way up in undignified fashion. If we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here, now? The two of us. Looking for a way back into the sun, into the limelight. Back onto the winner's podium, because we could feel it slipping away. We were headed, both of us, for the dirt. The place the snobs always told us that we'd end up. Face in the dust, humiliated all the more for having tried so pitifully hard. Well, to hell with that! We're not gonna let that happen, either of us. We're gonna show those bums! We're gonna make em choke on our continued success, our continued headlines, our continued awards and power and glory! We are gonna make those motherfuckers CHOKE!... Am I right?

David Frost: You are... Except only one of us can win.

Richard Nixon: Yes. And I shall be your fiercest adversary. I shall come at you with everything I've got. Because the limelight can only shine on one of us. And for the other, it'll be the wilderness, with nothing and no one for company but those voices ringing in our head... You can probably tell I've had a drink. It's not too many, just one or two. But you believe me, when the time comes, I'm gonna be focused and ready for battle.

Richard Nixon: I let them down. I let down... my friends. I let down... the country. And worst of all... I let down our system of government, and the dreams of all those young people that ought to get into government, but now they think: "Oh, it's all too corrupt," and the rest. Yeah... I let the American people down. And I'm gonna have to carry that burden with me, for the rest of my life... My political life is over.

Richard Nixon: I don't blame anybody. I brought myself down. I gave them a sword, and they stuck it in, and they twisted it with relish. And I guess if I'd been in their place, I'd have done the same thing.

Richard Nixon: Whenever I have had my doubts, I remembered the construction worker in Philadelphia because he came up to me and he said "Sir I got only one criticism of that Cambodia thing; if you'd gone in earlier you might've captured the gun that killed my boy three months ago." So you're asking me do I regret going into Cambodia?... No, I don't. You know what, I wish I'd gone in sooner. And harder!

Bob Alexander: What do you think you're doing?

Dave: What? Oh, you mean the press conference. I had a couple of ideas that I wanted to share with the country.

Bob Alexander: Share? Share? You don't call a press conference. I call a press conference. You're nothing. Do you understand? You're nobody.

Dave: I'm not nobody.

Bob Alexander: You're LINT! You're a FLEA! You're a BLIP!

Dave: Well... maybe I am. But you're fired.

Bob Alexander: I'm going to kill him.

Alan Reed: You can't kill a President.

Bob Alexander: He's not a President. He's an ordinary person. I can kill an ordinary person.

Alan Reed: Bob.

Bob Alexander: I can kill a hundred ordinary people.

Alan Reed: Bob, at some point we're gonna have to call the Vice President.

Bob Alexander: Don't call the Vice President.

Alan Reed: What?

Bob Alexander: Just don't call him, Al.

Alan Reed: The guy's in a coma, Bob.

Bob Alexander: I don't give a shit.

Alan Reed: Bob.

Bob Alexander: This is mine, Alan. All mine. I made him, I built him. And no Boy Scout is going to come in here and take it away from me, just because he happens to be Vice President of the United States.

William Paley: There's a Knickerbocker game tonight, I've got front row seats. Are you interested?

William Paley: My cards. You lose, what happens? Five guys find themselves out of work. I'm responsible for a hell of a lot more than five god damned reporters. Let it go. McCarthy will self-destruct.

William Paley: I'm with you today Ed, and I'm with you tomorrow.

William Kunstler: Of course, because you took that black guy and you made him a sympathetic character.

Judge Julius Hoffman: Mr. Kunstler, I have lived a a very long time, sir, and you're the first person ever to suggest that I have discriminated against a black man!

Leonard Weinglass: Then let the record show that I am the second.

Judge Julius Hoffman: And the record should reflect, that defendant Hoffman and I are not related.

Abbie Hoffman: [sarcastic] Father, no!

Judge Julius Hoffman: [bangs his gavel] Mr. Hoffman, are you familiar with contempt of court?

Abbie Hoffman: It's practically a religion for me, sir.

Jimmy Olsen: Why don't you guys track down Lex Luthor? I mean, no one's seen him since his fifth appeal and he has more bad history with Superman than anyone, maybe he's got something to say?

Perry White: Luthor is yesterday's news.

Clark Kent: Jimmy, how did Lex Luthor get out of prison?

Jimmy Olsen: Well, the appeals court called Superman as a witness and he wasn't around. How much do you think that pisses off Superman?

Clark Kent: [''seething with anger''] A lot?

Jimmy Olsen: A lot.

Lois Lane: But there are dozens of other stories out there!

Perry White: Yeah? Name one.

Lois Lane: [''Taps photo of Superman with Kitty in his arms''.] Well, there was a museum robbery last night. Even Superman missed that one. He was too busy saving this hooker.

Lois Lane: Eh.

Perry White: Eh? These are iconic, and they were taken by a 12 year-old with a camera phone. What've you got, Olsen?

Jimmy Olsen: ...I got those...

Jimmy Olsen: Look, in the sky, Chief.

Lois Lane: It's a bird.

Perry White: It's a plane.

Jimmy Olsen: No, look, it's...

Clark Kent: [''Knocking and entering''] Uh, you wanted to see me?

Jimmy Olsen: Look who's back?

Perry White: Kent?

Clark Kent: Hey. Chief! Thank you for giving me my job back.

Perry White: Don't thank me. Thank Norm Palmer for dying!

Jimmy Olsen: It was his time.

He-Man: I HAVE THE POWER!!

Skeletor: [angrily; refusing to accept defeat] No! You will no longer stand between me and my destiny!

He-Man: [unfazed] But I will. I told you that it's always between us.

Skeletor: Oh, I ache to smash you out of existence. To drive your cursed face from my memory forever!

He-Man: Enough talk!

Skeletor: Yes! Let this be our final battle!

He-Man: [triumphant; almost out of energy] Skeletor... it's over.

Skeletor: [through gritted teeth; pulls out his own sword] Yes... For you.

He-Man: You promised not to hurt them!

Skeletor: I lied! Farewell, He-Man.

Skeletor: [as Blade tortures He-Man] Where is your strength? Where has it gone, huh? Look at your precious Sorceress. An old crone. Weak, withering, dying. Are you ready to yield now, proud warrior?

Warlord: The moon rises to its apex.

Skeletor: [estatic] Ah... Do you hear? The Alpha... and the Omega. Death and Rebirth. And as you die, so will I be reborn.

Skeletor: Witness this moment, He-Man. This moment where the powers of Grayskull will become mine for eternity. Our life-long battle is ending at last in the only way it could.

Warlord: Holosphere, standing by.

Skeletor: When the Great Eye opens, the people of Eternia shall see you kneeling to me, just before you die.

He-Man: [tries to charge at Skeletor, but is blocked by two Warlords] I'll never kneel to you!

Skeletor: Yes, you will! Yes, you will! Or I shall wreak unforgettable harm upon you.

Skeletor: [to the heavily weakend, almost dead Sorceress] The final moment has come. All the forces of Grayskull, all the powers in the universe will be vested in me! Me! And you will cease to exist.

Sorceress: It is not too late to undo this madness.

Skeletor: [speaking of the Great Eye] Madness? I demand the destitution, shame, and loneliness of scorn. It is my destiny, it is my right. Nothing will deter me from it.

Sorceress: Men who crave power... look back over the mistakes of their lives, pile them all together and call it "destiny".

Skeletor: [laughs; mockingly; triumphantly; Blade hands him the Sword; installs the Sword in the Great Eye; He-Man is brought forward] Thank you for that bit of philosophy, Sorceress. Here is my response. Yes, Sorceress. The Sword of Grayskull. Mine! Now and forever. Your champion.

Centurian: [regarding He-Man's allies] What about them, sir?

Skeletor: [laughs] Leave them alone. He-Man is my slave. As long as I let them live, he is bound by his word. Let them rot. Let them rot.

Skeletor: [as he strokes her face and shoulder] Why is there still resistance? The people must know that I am Grayskull. I depend upon you for these things. You know that.

Evil-Lyn: [whispers; ecstatically; seductively] The people... wait for He-Man. They believe that he will return to lead them. For you to rule completely, he must be destroyed.

Skeletor: He-Man? If I kill him, I make him a martyr, a saint. No, I want him broken.

Skeletor: [not liking what he's seeing] Where is the Key?

Karg: [nervously; stammering] We, uh-uh, traced the Key's, uh, signal, uh, but were unable to take possession of it.

Skeletor: [not liking what he just heard] Is that all?

Karg: We-We fought with the Eternians, but, uh, were outnumbered. We thought it wise to return alive and gather a larger force. And--

Skeletor: [stands up; absolutely furious; the mercenaries look around nervously] So He-Man's free?! You are all aware of the penalty... for failure?

Blade: [pleadingly; fearing death] Give me one more chance, Lord Skeletor, and we will succeed.

Skeletor: [incinerates Saurod with lightning] I am not in the giving vein this day.

Skeletor: [disgusted and angrily] GET AWAY!!!!

Karg: [pleadingly] He begs for your forgiveness, as do we all. We-We live only to serve you.

Evil-Lyn: It would be a pity to waste their talents.

Skeletor: [pushing her away from her towards the mercenaries; annoyed] Save your pity for yourself! If you fail. Take them and whatever troops and resources you need.

Evil-Lyn: I was not suggesting that I go.

Skeletor: Then you should not have spoken. Leave immediately. When you find the Key, send the sourcing signal, an attack force will join you or I will follow.

Skeletor: Find them. Trace them! I want them and that key hunted down and brought to me!

Evil-Lyn: It looked as if he was punching the keys at random. There's no way of telling where they might have gone.

Skeletor: Monitor the frequencies! Wherever they are, they'll use it again. When they do, lock it in. He-Man lives and possesses that key! I must possess all or I possess nothing. Find them.

Evil-Lyn: After all this time, Grayskull is ours.

Skeletor: [whips around; Evil-Lyn shoots him an angered glare; he sits down] NO!! Mine.

Sorceress: The power of Grayskull has not yet passed to you.

Skeletor: [mockingly; approaches her and stabs the Havoc Staff in the floor] Oh. Someone is speaking to me. Yes... Sorceress. My lovely prisoner, my prisoner at last. I've won. I've won. The darkness is rising to embrace you.

Sorceress: The dark can embrace the light but never eclipse it. You've not won yet, Skeletor. He-Man is still alive. I can feel it.

Skeletor: Really? How sensitive you are. Can you feel... this?!

He-Man: Let her go.

Skeletor: I don't think so. No. While she remains imprisoned within this field, her powers increase my own. And when the moon reaches its zenith, the Great Eye will open, and all the powers of Grayskull will be bestowed upon me! Your wonderous Sorceress... will die.

Man-At-Arms: [appalled but trying to keep Skeletor distracted] You dare threaten her life?!

Skeletor: I dare anything! I am Skeletor! Throw down your weapons and pledge yourselves to me... or you will join her.

He-Man: It's not her you want, it's me. It's always been between us.

Skeletor: Silence.

Skeletor: [last lines] I'll be back!

Skeletor: Where are they? Where are your friends now? Tell me about the loneliness of good, He-Man. Is it equal to the loneliness of evil?

Skeletor: [He-Man refuses] People of Eternia, I stand before the Great Eye of the galaxy. Chosen by destiny to receive the powers of Grayskull! This inevitable moment will transpire before your eyes, even as He-Man himself bears witness to it. Now, I, Skeletor, am Master of the Universe! Yes! Yes... I feel it, the power... fills me. Yes, I feel the universe within me! I am... I am a part of the cosmos! Its energy flows... flows through me. Of what consequence are you now? This planet, these people - They are nothing to me - the universe is power, pure, unstoppable power - and I am that force, I am that power! Kneel before your master... ... Fool! You are no longer my equal. I am more than man, more than life! I am a god! Now. You... will... kneel! Kneel!

Skeletor: Not the way to treat you beloved ruler. Throw down your weapons or you die!

Skeletor: Stay where you are, He-Man! One more move and your friends will not live to see another day! I give you a choice. Return with me to Eternia as my slave and save their despicable lives, or perish with them on this primitive and tasteless planet. Surrender your sword!

Skeletor: He-Man lives and possesses that key. I must possess all, or I possess nothing.

Skeletor: Everything comes to he who waits... and I have waited so very long for this moment.

Skeletor: People of Eternia, the war is over. My forces are victorious. The Sorceress of Grayskull is my prisoner, and her powers are now joined with mine! Let this be my first decree. Those who do not pledge themselves to me, shall be destroyed! The new age begins.