- Beth Turner: You just left.
- Mick St. John: You were kind of tied up with your editor.
- Beth Turner: You could have at least said goodbye.
- Mick St. John: Good
- [Beth kisses him]
- Mick St. John: ... Bye.
- Mick St. John: Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place at a particular time, or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's that what we want doesn't always matter. What we want doesn't always matter, but then again, sometimes it's all that does.
- Josef Konstantin: Boy, a lot's changed in 400 years.
- Mick St. John: Yeah, there's no regular cat houses anymore.
- Josef Konstantin: Another casualty of the digital age. Categories. Blondes, Asians, Busty, Mature... Equestrian.
- Mick St. John: Hmm.
- Josef Konstantin: Choice, choice, choice. It's very efficient. Very... American.
- Mick St. John: You sound almost nostalgic.
- Josef Konstantin: Whatever happened to the good old days of 4 girls on a street corner undercutting each another?
- Beth Turner: So, your friends... are they, um...
- Mick St. John: What?
- Beth Turner: You know...
- Mick St. John: Vampires? Can't tell, can you? Scary!
- Mick St. John: He's a kid! Maybe 16 years old...
- Beth Turner: [disbelievingly] Sixteen?
- Mick St. John: What, going on 200... I saw a picture.
- Beth Turner: What an awkward age!
- Mick St. John: You're not kidding. You know boys that age think about sex 20 times a minute, and that's a scientific fact? Times two centuries, that's gotta take a toll.
- Beth Turner: Shouldn't we tell the police?
- Mick St. John: Well, he's a vampire. It's probably healthier all 'round if we don't.
- Mick St. John: Everybody's gone now, you can get up.
- [helps Beth to her feet]
- Mick St. John: What are you doing here?
- Beth Turner: I was just about to ask you the same thing.
- Mick St. John: No. The person hiding around the corner in the other room gets to go first.
- Beth Turner: I mean - you've been avoiding me.
- Mick St. John: [quietly outraged] No I haven't.
- Beth Turner: Yes you have. Ever since, you know... the desert. You've been dodging my calls, avoiding me. And then we run into each other twice, first downtown and now here. Following two *completely* different paths, we end up in the same place. Don't you think that's a little strange?
- Mick St. John: You know what? I'm not big on categorizing things into strange and not...
- Beth Turner: [sarcastically] Wow. Vampires make really *bad* liars.
- Mick St. John: I just don't think we need to make this into a big deal...
- Beth Turner: It *is* a big deal.
- [raises her wrist dramatically]
- Beth Turner: I *fed* you. You were dying out there, and I brought you back to life with my blood. With my *blood*. Mick! And now we're here. Together...
- Mick St. John: [frustrated] What do you want me to say? Huh? What do you want me to say?
- Beth Turner: I want you to admit that something happened between us.
- Mick St. John: OK.
- [pauses]
- Mick St. John: OK. Something happened.
- Beth Turner: [disappointed, turns to walk away] If you're going to say it like that...
- Beth Turner: So, how does it work, anyway?
- Mick St. John: What?
- Beth Turner: Just, you know... the sex thing.
- Mick St. John: Your parents never told you?
- Beth Turner: They somehow skipped the part involving vampires... vampires and humans, I mean.
- Mick St. John: [taken aback, eyes on her and not the road]
- Beth Turner: [grinning] Oh, I'm talking totally hypothetically, believe me!
- Josef Kostan: So, your reporter friend... What's her name?
- Mick St. John: You know her name
- Josef Kostan: Yeah, Beth. Right. So how's that going since happy hour?
- Mick St. John: Fine.
- Josef Kostan: Oh. Knowing you, that means you're avoiding her. You're a romantic in the abstract, my friend, but the reality of fang on flesh...
- Mick St. John: Look, you said you could help me find the missing girl.
- Josef Kostan: Did I?
- Mick St. John: Yes.
- Josef Kostan: Hmm. What do you think he's here for?
- [Talking about Rider]
- Mick St. John: Your new valet?
- Josef Kostan: No. Maestro of all things telephonic.
- Josef Konstantin: Boy, a lot's changed in 400 years.
- Mick St. John: Yeah, there's no regular cathouses any more
- Josef Konstantin: Another casualty of the digital age is categories: blondes, asian, busty, mature... equestrian. Choice, choice, choice. It's very efficient, very American.
- Mick St. John: You sound almost nostalgic
- Josef Konstantin: Y'know, whatever happened to the good old days of 4 girls on a street corner undercutting each other?
- Mick St. John: He's a kid, maybe 16 years old.
- Beth Turner: Sixteen?
- Mick St. John: Well, going on 200. I saw a picture.
- Beth Turner: Ugh. Awkward age.
- Mick St. John: You're not kidding. You know boys that age think about sex 20 times a minute? And that's a scientific fact.
- Mick St. John: Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place at a particular time. Or maybe it's the choices we make, or the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in the past 85 years is that what we want doesn't always matter. But then again... sometimes it's all that does.
- Rider England: I hear you're looking for someone.
- Mick St. John: Right.
- [Mick hands Rider the Escort's Flyer]
- Rider England: Hmm. "A perfect 10." What'd she do, she break your heart?
- Mick St. John: No, her parents.
- Rider England: She requires references. You know that.
- Mick St. John: Yeah, I'm not looking to hook up. I just need the address.
- Rider England: No problem.
- Beth Turner: You just took off.
- Mick St. John: Well, you were kinda tied up with your editor.
- Beth Turner: You could at least have said good-bye.
- Mick St. John: Good...
- Beth Turner: [Beth kisses him]
- Mick St. John: -bye.
- Beth Turner: [Beth kisses him again then leaves]