- Mitchell: D'ya ever hear the phrase "History is written by the victors?" And the same goes for crime reports and death certificates.
- George: Right, so we've a defrocked priest and a mad scientist. Nope, no alarm bells ringing so far.
- George: We're monsters, Annie. Immersing ourselves in humanity is deceptive and it's dangerous, and the sooner we're away from other people, the better.
- Ivan: You're unlucky. You have ambition. You're trapped in a world of dwarves and you can see it for that. It's not your baby who's in the wrong place.
- [Kemp describes his planned method for curing lycanthropy]
- George: Right. Right, so, it's-it's less of an exorcism. It's more like a... vivisection.
- Mitchell: Stephen, this is Daisy. Daisy, Stephen the coroner.
- Daisy: Hey, Stephen the Coroner.
- Mitchell: So... The fire at the funeral parlor. One of the vampires that got toasted was her husband. How long were you together, Dais?
- Daisy: Sixty-nine years.
- Mitchell: Sixty-nine year. And when you think about couples nowadays, 'eh? Anyway, Daisy needs closure, and she's decided that the best way of gettin' that is by cuttin' your throat.
- Mitchell: We find Lucy.
- Daisy: I don't think she wants to be found.
- Mitchell: She told me once that she prayed in the hospital chapel, so I'll go speak to the chaplin, give him a fright.
- Daisy: And what if he doesn't know?
- Mitchell: Then, one by one, we'll kill everyone in the world until we find her.
- Daisy: Sounds fun.
- Daisy: All over the world you've got these pockets of vampires, some in hiding, some with arrangements like you had here, but things have started to shift. You noticed how there's been a lot of accidents lately? Gas explosions. Buildings collapsing. They're fighting back.
- Mitchell: "They?"
- Daisy: Humans.
- Mitchell: [laughs] That's what Herrick was always talkin' about. Survival of the fittest. Look, it comes down to this, right? There's always going to be someone with a bigger stick.
- Daisy: So what do we do?
- Mitchell: Oh, we have to wait.
- Daisy: [shouting] I'm not gonna fucking wait! My husband died in there.
- Mitchell: I know.
- Daisy: Ivan. Your friend. Don't you get it? We're being hunted. We have to retaliate.
- Mitchell: And how are we gonna do that? Hm?
- Daisy: I'm gonna track down everyone who knew; I'm going to torture them; I'm gonna find out who did this; I'm going to kill them.
- George: Listen, I need to tell you something important and you'll probably want to have a wrestle, but, uh, listen. I'm going to that place with Nina and the priest and Professor Jaggat.
- Annie: And I'm going to go with him.
- George: Yeah, so, uh...
- Mitchell: Good. Piss off, 'cause I'm gettin' really sick of your dog hairs on my clothes.
- Annie: Are you back now? Please tell me that you've come back to tranquilize George.
- Nina: It's complicated. I need to speak to him. So he'll be here tonight for the full moon? I need to speak to him before then.
- Annie: Yeah, just hang out. He's always here. Half his stuff is still here. Thing is, he has moved out but he's always coming back. It's like we've become his shed.
- Quinn: [reciting] Here comes the candle to light you to bed. Here comes the chopper to chop off your head.
- Sam: You know, it's like you're still there. sat in that house with Mitchell, watching The Real Hustle, surrounded by cups of cold tea. It's like you're hedging your bets.
- George: I'm not! But I can't just abandon- I still have commitments, Sam.
- Sam: I'm not asking you to abandon anything. I'm asking you to stop giving mixed signals. You know, I know things between us have happened really quickly but that's what you wanted. You set the speed, not me. You're nervous now, George. Waiting for the other boot to drop.