- Annie: [about to walk through a door to the other side] Oh, it's cold.
- George: [There's a knock on the door. George and Annie scream] There's someone behind the door!
- Mitchell: No, no, no, it's all right. It's the other door.
- Annie: What?
- Mitchell: It's the front door.
- Annie: Oh my bloody God.
- George: I actually let out a little bit of wee there.
- Annie: There's a question you haven't asked yourself yet. If I exist, what else does? You think you're the big bad wolf? You should see George on a full moon. You think you're a cold-blooded murderer? Mitchell was killing eighty years before you were even born. Don't you get it yet? I'm just the tip of the iceberg. I'm good cop. Look at you, so pleased with your grubby little murder. Fact is, when it comes to pure, naked evil, you're an amateur. I want you to know you've wandered off the path. This is where the wild things are, and we've got your scent now. We can find you at the edge of the earth and create unimaginable tortures, and now I'm going to tell you the very worst thing in the world, something only the dead know.
- [Whispers to him]
- Owen: [horrified] That's not true!
- Annie: I've seen it. My advice to you? Find a safe place with locks and bad dogs, and never, *ever* turn out the light.
- George: [Voice over] We meet people and fall in love. And when we part, they leave marks for us to remember them by. Our lovers sculpt us. They define us. For better or worse. Like a pinball, we slam into them and rebound in a different direction. Propelled by the contact. And after their parting, we might be scarred. But stronger. Or more fragile or needy or angry or guilty. But never unchanged. Our lovers linger inside us like ghosts. Haunting the corridors and deserted rooms. Sometimes whispering. Sometimes screaming. Invisible but... always there. Waiting.
- George Sands: [Hits a vampire over the head] Who wants some of my chair?
- Annie: [pause] Totally should have prepared something.
- George: Annie? Annie? Annie! We've got to rescue Mitchell. The thing with the vampires? Oh my god! It's a lot worse than we thought. So this woman, at the hospital, she's fr- No, I'll tell you on the way. They're based at an undertakers. Stereotypes clearly hold no fear for these people.
- [Rummaging through drawers]
- George: I have no idea what, what I'm looking for. Something to, something to defend myself with, but you know, so far I have a whisk and my- and my... mobile phone recharger.
- [Tries them out]
- George: I mean what do we take? Do we take crosses and garlic? I know, we should have watched more films! We should, you should grab something... Um, any, any time you want to chip in, say something constructive, do feel free.
- Annie: I can't
- George: I'm sorry? What did you say?
- Annie: It's beaten me. I can't... move. I can't... Owen's won. I can't touch him. He just keeps on killing me.
- George: Okay. First off, you need to stop talking. Then you need to stand up and *help*.
- Annie: You don't understand.
- George: No! Mitchell, our friend, needs you. Your friend. So if you can't do this then you have done to yourself the one thing Owen could never do. Because then you have finally died.
- Policeman: [at the police station] How can I help you, sir?
- Owen: I need you to keep me safe!
- Policeman: All right.
- [takes out a form and a pen]
- Policeman: Have you been threatened by someone?
- Owen: I killed my girlfriend! And now she lives with what I think is a werewolf and a vampire, and they're going to torture me. So I need to find somewhere safe!
- Policeman: I see. Well in that case, we're gonna need a different form.
- Mitchell: Oh, Lauren, please don't make me do this.
- Lauren: You have to. The me I used to be, the me that got hay fever and was scared her parents would find out she smoked, she's almost gone. Soon all that's going to be left is her.
- Mitchell: Oh, Lauren I'can't.
- Lauren: There isn't time.
- Mitchell: But you saved us.
- Lauren: So save me.
- [Mitchell, Annie, and George are trying to escape from the vampires' lair]
- Mitchell: Annie! Get away from here!
- Annie: No! I'm not going to leave you!
- George: Annie, just go!
- [Flashes his Star of David at Seth]
- Seth: That's not going to work this time, Digby. There's too many of us.
- Mitchell: Let them go, Seth. If you let them go, I swear I won't run.
- Seth: [ripping sound is heard] Ow...
- [Seth looks down to see a wooden stake protruding from his chest. He then collapses and dies]
- Lauren: Well, he won't be staring at my tits when he speaks to me anymore.
- Owen: Hey Annie? That the best you got? I knew it. I fucking knew it. All that stuff happening at my house. I thought it was just... guilt.
- [He laughs]
- Owen: See I should have known that even death wouldn't be a match for one of your sulks. I mean that's what this is, isn't it? It's the Isle of Wight all over again.
- Annie: A sulk? You killed me.