advertisement Dracula: Raw meat. You do like raw meat? Dracula: Steak tartar? Ah, yes. Steak tartar. China: Can't a girl get laid around here without being burned at the stake? Mark Loftmore: [with an unlit cigarette in his mouth] Anybody got a match? China: I do what I want when I want. Dig it or fuck off. [Mark is threatened by an armed French guard] Mark Loftmore: I'm sorry, I was never very good at languages. Mark Loftmore: One last thing before you kill us Lincoln! Mr. Lincoln: You know my name? Mark Loftmore: I should. You murdered my grandfather! Mr. Lincoln: You're a Loftmore! Old horror lord's grandchild. Well, well, well, what a coincidence. It's such a small world! Mark Loftmore: Well, then why do you want to end it? Mr. Lincoln: Somebody has to. Mark Loftmore: [reading the first bit of the essay he had his maid write for him on 'Dictators'] 'The Trouble with Dictators'. I think dictators are the bad people. They have the shouting voices, and the small moustaches. [sighs] Mr. Lincoln: Would you like a closer look? Gemma: What's happening tonight, guys? Tony: Nothing. I gave up drinking. Sarah Brightman: The third time this month? Hans: Velcome to the Vaxvork.