Seth about the patient: What blood type is he anyway? {he checks the chart} A positive. Hm. A bit Jacob's Creek-y for me, but there you go.

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.

Tully (Dean Lennox Kelly): How the hell do you get home? You've got no clothes, no transport. I guess you ring someone. God only knows where you keep change for the phone.

Gilbert: Hang the DJ! That tune came out in 1990! Annie looks at him. Sorry.
Annie: Who are you, the 80s police?
Gilbert: No no no. Just someone with taste.

Gilbert: How will he know what it's for?
Annie: I'll tell him. Suggest it to him. I'd like to be like his guardian angel and stop anything bad from happening to him.
Gilbert: Can you stop him from listening to Michael Bublé?

Mitchell sliding over a mug: Black coffee. No sugar. Just a splash of water from the tap.... Hello Josie.
Josie: My god, is it really you? You haven't changed.
Mitchell: Neither have you.
Josie: Liar.

Herrick: How do you think this ends?
George: I don't know. We kiss?

Lucy: So, Gay Vampire Man.
Mitchell: Are you actually calling him that?
Lucy: It's shorthand. We use it all the time. Like Creepy Self-Harm Girl, or Accidentally Sat on a Wine Bottle Man, so... Gay Vampire Man.

Ivan: Okay, two rules for Ivan's car. No food or drink and I get to choose the music. And tonight, we shall be listening to Miss Kate Bush.

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.

Ivan: Well. That was a very creative reinterpretation of the rules.
Mitchell: There aren't rules. There's one rule.
Ivan: That's addicts for you, always looking for little loopholes.

Girl: I still don't understand why you do it.
Mitchell: It's complicated.
Girl: Take your time. I'm tied to a bookshelf.

Annie: Alan, Jimmy has a pretty serious message for her. Um, apparently she's getting married again.
Alan: Jimmy says you're getting married again, Orla.
Orla: Yeah. Well that's why I'm here, really, 'cause I just wanted to check, you know, that he was all right with it.
Jimmy: I'm not.
Annie: Oh, he says he's not.
Alan: Yeah, he wants you to know that he's not.
Orla: He's what?
Alan: He's not okay with it.
Orla: And why the fuck would that be?
Annie: Because apparently her new boyfriend is a massive tosser. {Jimmy whispers again} And a sponger.
Alan: Because your new man is a massive tosser and a sponger. Allegedly.

Ivan: Look, this was your plan and, you know, it's working. Everyone's on the wagon—
Mitchell: Yeah.
Ivan: Well aside from me, obviously. But I'm, you know, a Special Needs.

George: You make me nervous. It's like all my senses are telling me you're dangerous.
Lucy: I am.
George: Excuse me?
Lucy: But not to you. They're not your senses. There's a... creature inside of you—I know Kemp calls a demon—but it looks at me through your eyes and it knows what I am going to do.
George: It's funny. Because it feels like it's me.

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

Annie: What happened to you, Lia?
Lia: A very bad thing. It's okay. We play the long game here.

Richard: You're a worryingly easy man to find. I assumed you'd be keeping a low profile and then suddenly your name pops up on a job application. Bad move, that. Sloppy.
Mitchell: Who are you?
Richard: Richard Hargraves. {he hands him his business card for Cwality Carpets}
Mitchell: Alright, so all of this cloak-and-dagger stuff is to sell me a rug, is it?
Richard: Sarcasm. How unsurprising.

Adam: Mitchell? Is that another ghost? It's bloody Hogwarts, this place.
George: No. Mitchell is a vampire actually.
Adam: Vamp... At last, someone normal.

Emma: What did you say?
Adam: Well I don't want this. I mean it's completely fucked up.
Emma: Adam, for gods sake. Drink the man's blood and have sex with me on the billiard table. You are embarrassing us!

Annie: We should probably go, Sasha. 'Cause he's bound to call the police.
Sasha: No he's not, what's he going to say? My dead girlfriend came back, and... oof. 'Cause I am dead, aren't I? I keep saying I'm not but, oh. I can smell myself.

Herrick: Fiat justitia ruat caelum, Nina. Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.