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Renfield: Any last wishes?

Dracula: I wish... to spend a season in Hell. Where all the amusing people are. HAIL... SATA--

Renfield: [narrating] Yes, I know this looks extreme - and maybe a little fun - but to our defence, there is so much folklore out there about how to actually kill a vampire, it gets confusing. You know, I've personally seen him come back from some crazy shit, so why not try everything? Now, I've not even 100% sure this will kill him. But I do know it will take him a long, long time to come back from.

Rebecca: Did you cut that guy's hands off with a serving platter?

Renfield: It's all in the wrist.

Mark: Hi! You here for the meeting? Well, come on in!

Renfield: No, no! NO!

Mark: You can leave your top-hat and cane by the door.

Dracula: Renfield... I'm feeling much better.

Mark: Would you like to introduce yourself to the group?

Dracula: I'm the prince of Wallachia. Some call me the Dark One. Others, the Lord of Death. However, to most, I am known simply as...

Trevante: Renfield's boss!

Dracula: I... am... Dracula.

Mark: Okay, obviously we're dealing with a little bit more than just narcissism here.

Dracula: I use my power for a lot of things. But I didn't need to use it on you; you were a lawyer who wanted to get rich off a real-estate deal. You're the one who used me! You used my power because you're a husk! An empty void that nothing can fill. The only thing that gave your life any meaning was my power. The power you used to bring me victims while you pretended to be one yourself! However, I'm the real victim here! I'm the one you swore to protect! And you... ABANDONED ME!

Renfield: No. That's not true.

Dracula: Just like you abandoned your wife and your daughter.

Renfield: That's not-- I didn't-- I didn't abandon them.

Dracula: Look into your own eyes, Renfield. You're the monster, Renfield -- not me. It's you.

Rebecca: You get Dracula people to eat?

Renfield: I do other stuff too.

Rebecca: Like what? Wash his cape?

Renfield: No. It's dry-clean only.

Mark: What if you were to stop focusing on his needs, what would happen?

Renfield: He won't grow to full power.

Mark: Exactly. He won't grow to full power. What? That's so weird. Why would you phrase it like that? But, yes.

Dracula: I want happy couples, unsuspecting tourists, a handful of nuns, a... a busload of cheerleaders.

Renfield: [to himself] And I just want a normal life. A busload of cheerleaders?

Dracula: [snaps fingers] A busload of cheerleaders will get me back to full power like that.

Renfield: Do you mean female cheerleaders?

Dracula: Don't make it a sexual thing!

Renfield: No, no. I did not say it was.

Dracula: You know it's not the gender I'm concerned with. I eat boys, I eat girls. It's the purity!

Renfield: I'm Robert... Montague... Renfield! And I'm a co-dependent. You're right. You didn't have to use your power to make me your servant because I gave all my power to you, and I can take it back. I am enough! And I have enough! And I am capable! Of change! Because I love myself! I'm taking FULL... CHARGE... Of MY... LIFE... TODAY! Look into my eyes, Dracula! Full power, motherfucker!

Renfield: I am enough. I deserve happiness. And I take full charge of my life today!

Renfield: Let me explain. My boss gave me this power. In return, I tend to his needs, including care, feeding.

Renfield: And I just want a normal life again. But this modern world is a dangerous place.

Renfield: My boss, he's different.

Renfield: I need to get out of a toxic relationship.

Elmont: This is a terrible idea.

Jack: Have you ever killed a giant before?

Elmont: And you've killed, what, one? Which makes you an expert now?

Jack: Weren't you in an oven an hour ago?

Nux: Immortan, if I can get onto the rig, there's a way inside.

Nux: He's gonna be so grateful! We could ask for anything. I want to drive the war rig. What will you ask for?

Max: [rips jacket off Nux] That's my jacket.

Nux: Sure. I mean, you could ask for more than a jacket.

Nux: [Immortan Joe glances at Nux] Immortan! Immortan Joe! Ah! He looked at me! He looked right at me!

Slit: He was staring at your blood bag!

Nux: He turned his head! He looked me straight in the eye!

Slit: He was scanning the horizon!

Nux: Umm Guys there right behind me aren't they?

Nux: I never thought I'd do something as shine as that!

Nux: I live. I die. I live again!

Nux: I am the man who grabs the sun, riding to Valhalla! Witness me, blood bag! Witness!

Nux: Oh, what a day! WHAT A LOVELY DAY!

Nux: If I'm going to die, I'm going to die historic, on the fury road!

Lex Luthor: No, no, they chose him! Let them die! We'll close it from the bunker before it gets to a city I care about.

Lex Luthor: I'm not killing you so the Boravian military conflict can proceed; I created the Boravian military conflict so I'd have an excuse to kill you!

Lex Luthor: I hoped to get the knowledge to help destroy him. Little did I know, his own parents would be providing it.

Lex Luthor: [Anchor: What about all the kind acts Superman has performed over the years? Saving countless lives...; Anchor: Mr. Luthor...] No, he's grooming us. Lulling us into complacency so he can dominate without resistance, forging a path for his superpowered descendants to rule the Earth. I will not accept that. Will you? I'm... I'm scared. I will admit that, I am scared. Because who knows how large his secret harem is already?

Lex Luthor: I can't stand the Metahumans, but he's so much worse. Super... "man". He's not a man. He's an it. A thing with a cocky grin and a stupid outfit that's somehow become the focal point of the entire world's conversation. Nothing's felt right since he showed up.

Lex Luthor: You pride won't be making our choices today, Angela, thank you.

Thomas Hutter: I have been enduring the most irregular dreams. I fear I have taken ill.

Count Orlok: It is a black omen to journey in poor health. You will remain and well rest yourself.

Thomas Hutter: I must object, my lord.

Count Orlok: You will obey this, my counsel.

Thomas Hutter: I have-- My lord, I have questions about the, um... unfamiliar customs of the peasantry and the... errant wanderers. Last night, I saw... or rather, I believe I saw a band of gypsies, they... ventured to a small birch grove and--

Count Orlok: I fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to a young man of your high learning.

Thomas Hutter: These gypsies, they... exhumed a corpse.

Count Orlok: It is their filthy ritual.

Thomas Hutter: What manner of ritual?

Count Orlok: SPEAK NOT OF IT AGAIN!