Annie Sawyer (Lenora Crichlow): Everyone dies... Uh, actually, can I start that again? Everyone deserves a death. I was going to die of old age. That was the plan. Mitchell was going to go down in a blaze of gunfire and glory.... Not cold and alone and shit scared. He didn't think death would smile at him first. Death was always a certainty. The punch line we could all see coming. But not for Mitchell. For a vampire, death isn't the end. But the beginning.

Annie: I just, I knew that if he saw me again... But he couldn't see me. And now he's got someone else. And now she gets to kiss him. And watch him shave. And laugh and I'm still in the clothes that I died in! I get nothing! She gets him and I get... I get you.

Tully: Do you— Can I ask? Do you sleep?
Annie: Mitchell says I should try, even if it's just a doze. He says it'd do me good. But I don't know. Don't think I want to.
Tully: Why?
Annie: Well, I might dream.

George: So what needs to be resolved?
Annie: Well if I knew that it wouldn't need resolving, would it? Keep up.

Annie: And for all I know this could be perfectly normal. You find out your fiancé murdered you, you become a "throwing things about" ghost.
Mitchell: Poltergeist.
Annie: See. You know the terms. You understand how this works. Do you think I can channel it? Because I have been dying to pull that fridge out and clean behind it.

George: He didn't freak out? At all?
Annie: It makes sense really when you think about it. We were expecting him to react like a sane person, even though this is someone who killed his fiancé, concealed it, and then rented out the crime scene.

George: I don't want you to get hurt.
Annie: No, neither do I. But that risk it's... it's all part of the deal.

George: You are being careful, aren't you?
Annie: Thanks. But I think I'm a bit old and dead for contraception conversation.

George: You can't go interfering with people's lives like that.
Annie: It's not interfering, it's more like regime change.
George: Oh, 'cause that's never gone wrong.

Annie: I think that we've all just lost sight of each other a bit. We need to team build. We need to bond.
George: I'm not going to paintball, not again. Not after last time.

Sykes: No, this isn't the other side. Yes, I did save you from the Door. And yes, I'm dead too. Sykes. Pleased to meet you.
Annie: You closed the Door.
Sykes: A thank you would be nice.
Annie: Thank you. How did you do that?
Sykes: Extremely well.

Mitchell: It's for you.
Annie: Oo, how exciting!
Mitchell: Junk mail.
Annie: I might be dead but I'm still on the database.

Annie: They call this the waiting room. We wait here until... they know where they want us to go.
Mitchell: But have they told you where?
Annie: They're going to build a special room just for me. They're gonna lock the door and they're gonna burn the key.
Mitchell: But what does that mean?
Annie: It's hell, Mitchell! They're gonna take me to hell!

Annie: My name is Annie Clare Sawyer. And two years ago I died. But in so many ways that's when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learned about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn't a species. It's a state of mind. It can't be defeated. It moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost, I witnessed the very best of being human. We were safe here. While outside, the monsters prowled.

Mitchell: Ah, stop it, Annie. Stop defining yourself by what you do for other people. Get a—
Annie: A life? Bit late for that.

George: What have we got?
Mitchell: A drunk, dead woman. Shouting.
George: That's not a ghost. I can smell her.
Mitchell: What, from here?
George: Oh yeah. Even without the whole wolf thing.
Annie: Well of course you can smell her. She's got a body! {they look at her.} I'm sure I mentioned that.

Annie: Don't be so deadist!
George: Excuse me?
Annie: It's like racist but for dead people.
George: Have you just spent the whole night just making up words?
Annie: No, I have spent the whole night watching footage of screaming people being dissected!

McNair: You know what I don't understand? Is what a clean and kind girl like you is doing with a vampire.
Annie: How did you know?!
McNair: I see things. Live the life we do, pays to know who's safe and who's a threat.
Annie: Look. My first boyfriend took naked photos of me while I was asleep and put them on the internet. My second boyfriend got drunk and asked my mom for a threesome. My third boyfriend pushed me down the stairs and killed me. So I think a vampire's pretty much marriage material given my track record.

Annie: Before you say anything I haven't come in here to do the whole crying thing. And I'd rather not talk to you at all because you have been a five-star dickhead tonight, but y— What's happened to your face?
Mitchell: George hit me.
Annie: Good. Good for George. Saves me the job.