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.

George: Oh... no. Where's all our stuff? What did I do?
Mitchell: We've salvaged what we can, but there's about ten bin bags of crap and wreckage stashed in my bedroom. I'm sensing a trip to IKEA. And you know my feelings about that.

George: Do you know the difference between you and him?
Mitchell: Hm. I don't know, I don't have to shave my palms?
George: I think that's actually racist!

Herrick: Hey Mitchell. It's all about to start. We're drawing up lists. Make-your-mind-up time.
Mitchell: I choose them.
Herrick: Pity. Be seeing you.
Seth: And your little dog.

George:It's a bit risky, isn't it?
Mitchell: What's more suspicious—three shadowy, secretive people who never come out, never talk to anyone. Or three friendly, welcoming guys. Always nice and chatty. Their door's always open.
George: I don't mean just risky for us.
Mitchell: We should hide in plain sight. Stop being ashamed. Invite the world in.

Annie: Just to warn you, if you go in for a hug Mitchell will try to kiss you.
George: My god, I leave you alone for five minutes.
Annie: It's like being attacked by an ironing board.
Mitchell: If I had intended to kiss you I'd have put on some chapstick first.

Annie: Maybe we can go out. But just for a bit.
Mitchell: Excellent. George, get your lead.

Mitchell: I never know with you whether it's Jewish guilt or werewolf guilt.
George: They're pretty much the same thing.

George trying on another shirt: Well?
Mitchell: This, ah, non-date. You gonna break it to her you cross-dress?

Mitchell: What happened?
George: She attacked me... but I managed to fight her off.
Mitchell: Yeah? You've got lipstick on your mouth.

George: After a life that's been consistently violent and chaotic, you've nothing left to fight and nothing left to safeguard.
Mitchell: What about the vampire attacks then?
George: But you're not the target. It's not about you anymore, so there's nothing left to do. You're like a piece of, um... deadly furniture.
Mitchell: Did you just call me deadly furniture?

Lucy: Gotta say, I've never seen the condition in a hospital porter before. I suppose the bad working conditions have driven you to believe in a monotheist deity.
Mitchell: That's what happens when you haven't got a strong trade union.

Mitchell: Do you people have any fucking idea who I am? My name is John Mitchell. And I've killed more people than you've met.

George: You've put the system back in place, haven't you?
Mitchell: It's the only way to control them.

Ivan: That was a good meeting. Another seven on board.
Mitchell: Yeah.
Ivan: Oh by the way, we're gonna need more tea and biscuits.
Mitchell: Yeah, having you as a poster boy hasn't hurt, has it?
Ivan: I swear, I'm going to be giving out autographs soon. It's like being in a fucking boy band.
Mitchell: The thought of you in a boy band is disturbing on so many levels.

Mitchell: For years I protected humanity. I wanted to join them and they do this? You're right Daisy. We're under attack. You want retaliation? I'll show you retaliation.

Mitchell: I'm doing this. I'll take everything they've got. Death, God, the Devil. None of it frightens me.
George: Right. Well, I feel totally reassured.

Mitchell: Have we met before?
Lia: H-twelve.
Mitchell: "H Twelve." What does that mean?
Lia: It's a riddle.

Mitchell: So this is purgatory? I remember this.
Lia: Well strictly speaking, it's your purgatory. You know we've all got a corridor filled with all the good things and the bad and ... well, you've been busy.

Mitchell: Heya! I didn't drag you back from that place to make me breakfast, Annie.
Annie: No. But, I do think I was brought back for a reason.
Mitchell: I missed you.... We missed you. Every, every— We all missed you.