Blodwen: So it's the three of you, is it?
Mitchell: A friend will be joining us.
George: Well that's... Yeah, we hope so. It's not definite.
Mitchell: No no. She should be here pretty soon.

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!

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.

Nina: And where do you think you're going?
Adam: Oh, I thought I'd try my luck in hematology.
Nina: I know what you are.
Adam: So you know what I'll do if you come any nearer.

Richard: What happens when the police catch up with you? When they try to take your picture? All our cover is blown. An entire race, hidden for millennia, exposed by your weakness.

Adam: Mitchell, you understand this. You know what I'm going through.
Mitchell: I do.
Adam: So why won't you help me?

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.

George: I knew it. What else could have done that?
Nina: I don't know, foxes? A really pissed off badger? Anyway it's been almost a month since the last full moon. How do we know he's even still going to be here?
George: Well until NHS Direct get back to me about my pregnant werewolf query, we have no other option.

Tom: But Dad, what about the pack? I don't want to go inside—
McNair: Shh!
Tom: I want to talk to him. Why—
McNair: Get in. And don't come out until I call ya.

Mitchell: Just go with the flow, you know?
Annie: Yeah. But who leads the flow?
Mitchell: No one. It's a flow.

Annie: Mitchell, why don't you want George and Nina to know about us?
Mitchell: Me? I thought it was you.
Annie: Well why would I want to keep it secret?
Mitchell: I don't know. I'm not exactly ideal boyfriend material, am I?

George: Mitchell! What are we going to do.
Mitchell: Stake him.

George: I ripped his head off! And you said, you said that would be it. No one survives a werewolf attack. It's the end, I've run out. There's no coming back. So you tell me, how has he survived?
Mitchell: I don't know! I don't have all the answers! I just know that we need to get rid of him tonight!

Nina: [I]f we're really going to execute an amnesiac psychiatric patient like we're the governor of shitting Texas or something then we should all have a vote. And I didn't get my vote.

Herrick: You know the Old Ones, they kill at will. But they don't recruit lightly. In fact, most of them only do it once. They choose a protège. It's an eternal bond.
Mitchell: I don't need a protège.
Herrick: It isn't always about you. Why do you think some of us live forever and others are like... fireflies?
Mitchell: Because some of us are smart and some of us are stupid.
Herrick: If you choose an heir, they inherit all your secrets. They become a dark angel. Your protector. Your savior.
Mitchell: Savior from what?
Herrick: Oh. Perhaps a fate we've been led to belief there is no salvation from.
Mitchell: So... if something happens to you...
Herrick: They can bring you back.
Mitchell: And that's possible?
Herrick: That and so much more.
Mitchell: So you want me to be your heir?

Nina: Hello.
George: I like watching you sleep. I look at you and I think, "She's mine. She's all mine."
Nina: Hm. That's sweet. Creepy and slightly Ted Bundy-esque. But sweet.

Herrick: That's all over now. I've set you free.
McNair: I wasn't unharmed.
Herrick: I'm sorry?
McNair: I wasn't unharmed. Please, could I have a bandage or something? It scratched me.
Herrick: Oops.

Annie: Vampires must have been arrested in the past.
Mitchell: Yeah. But we used to have an infrastructure in place to sort it out.
Annie: So what? Daisy should just get away with it?

Herrick: I showed her the journal.
Nina: The policewoman?
Herrick: She found it mightily interesting. Was that the wrong thing to do? Fiat justitia ruat caelum, Nina. Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.

Mitchell: They're gonna move me to a maximum security station and that's it. Guards and guns. Even you won't be able to get me out.
Annie: Mitchell. I don't know how to make this any clearer to you: I don't want you to get out.

Mitchell: So this is how the world discovers vampires, werewolves and ghosts, huh?
Annie: Yes. I suppose it is.

Herrick: Rule number one of Vampire Club: Do not get arrested. Even Seth knew that and he used to point at planes.

Herrick: Look. There's the natural ebb and flow of personality, and there's being as mad as a gibbon. Because then you're doing this whole “pillar of the community” thing while feeding me policewomen so I can tell you how to survive a werewolf attack. I mean, you make me dizzy. You really do.

Mitchell: No. No, this is more than just political maneuvering. I make you weak. I make you vulnerable.
Herrick: Says the man in the cage.
Mitchell: Still walking and talking and making it look like you can't finish a job.
Herrick: Not for want of trying.
Mitchell: But you always manage to fudge it somehow. Why is that? Just kill me! Get it over with. You know, people are starting to talk.