George: I was actually looking forward to this, living with Nina. But I'm not sure even... I mean yeah, yeah, there's moisturizer and there's Tampax in the bathroom but it's not like we're having sex. We watch TV and she's just sitting on the other— I mean if she could see the screen from the patio she'd sit there.
John: She saw you kill someone. That's aside from all the stuff about us.

Nina: I need to show you something. {she rolls up her sleeve.} When he pushed me back I got these.
Annie: But he hadn't changed though, had he.
Nina: Well... his nails needed clipping.

Ivan: Bet I'm not the first. I won't be the last either, no. Insurgents. Herrick loyalists. Just anybody wanting to make a name for themselves. His dance card's going to be pretty full.

Annie: When are you going to tell him?
Nina: Oh, I'm not.
Annie: What?
Nina: It shouldn't be too hard. He kept it secret from the rest of the world for years. I just have to keep it secret from one person.

Carl: You're a celebrity, you know.
George: So people keep telling me.

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.

Nina: We shouldn't be in houses. In streets where there's children.
Carl: There are safeguards you can put in place.
Nina: Things go wrong. Christ knows, we're both proof of that. I'm radioactive now, that's how it feels.
Carl: Trust me, he knows what he's done.

Mitchell: Herrick's gone. I'm handling this.
Coroner Quinn: What happened to him?
Mitchell: Politics.

Bristol 1665

Inquisitor: Your teeth will be smashed from your skull, as a warning to other devils. And your head will be removed from your body— {checks the back of the scroll.} No, that's it actually. Proceed!

George: Why hasn't anyone gone shopping?
Annie: Well I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been struggling with the whole "ghost" thing the last few days.

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.

One Year Ago

Kemp: Last week you received a sample of blood, yes?
Lucy: Yeah. We get a lot of those here.
Kemp: This one you'd remember. You ran it through your machines and the readings made no sense. You would have checked it several times and then perhaps blamed your machine.
Lucy: What was it?
Kemp: Evil. Think it over. And if you wish to learn more give me a ring.

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.

Technician: Any sudden drop in pressure now will probably kill her.
Lucy: Chances are she will explode like the last four.

Annie's Body: Poor little me. I fell down the stairs and now I'm dead.
Annie: Yeah. I am.
Annie's Body: Poor little me. My fiancé did it. He didn't love me at all.
Annie: No, I really don't think that he did.

London, 1969

Mitchell: Are you gonna cause me a problem?
Girl: That depends. Are you gonna hurt me?
Mitchell: Right now I'd say it's about fifty-fifty.

Annie: What's he done?
George: How far back do you want to go?

Lucy: I signed on to this to study the genetics of evil. Since when did assassinating vampires become part of the brief.

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

George: Annie, I don't understand. I thought you were fine with this. Come here, you big silly bear.
Annie: I was fine with "this". When I thought "this" was a notion. But now you're out viewing actual proper non-imaginary houses.
George: You thought it was a notion?
Annie: Yes! George, I didn't think you would seriously go through with it. I thought the moment would just pass. You know, like when you decided you were going to wear skinny jeans.

Lucy: I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough. I thought I was, I thought I could do it but I can't. I can't kill another person.
Kemp: He's not a person, Professor. They're not people.

Lucy: You have killed people.
Mitchell: Not anymore.
Lucy: Not anymore? Do you know how insufficient that sounds?

London 1941

Ivan: You see, I look at the cogs, not the machine. They're easier to predict. Like you, Daisy. What will happen to you? You'll meet someone. He'll be a fraction of what you hoped for, but you'll make do and mend. And that will be the first of your dreams to miscarry. You'll become small and provincial like everyone around you. Wearing your prejudices like medals. That beautiful mouth will become mean and thin and tight. A life that means nothing. Enriches nothing. And when it's over, not even Pearl will raise a glass.
Daisy: You don't know that. How can you say that?
Ivan: Because every human life is just another story by the same author.

Annie: Are you back now? Please tell me that you've come back to tranquilize George.

Nina: I'm sorry I left—
George: I'm not mad. It's the best thing you ever did.
Nina: I just needed some time.
George: Yeah. I gathered that from the letter. Frankly I'm surprised you didn't dump me by text.
Nina: George, you turned me into a werewolf. Taking the moral high ground about anything feels kind of ridiculous.
George: So that's why you're here. You weren't sure I felt guilty enough.

Daisy: All over the world you've got these pockets of vampires. Some in hiding, some with arrangements like you had here. But things have started to shift. You notice how there's been lots of accidents lately? Gas explosions, buildings collapsing. They're fighting back.
Mitchell: They?
Daisy: Humans.

Annie: George. I'm worried about Mitchell. When we left him, he was—
George: He was drunk. That's all, Annie.
Annie: He wasn't drunk. You know he wasn't drunk. What the hell had happened? What's he done?

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.

George: Nina, you are worth a thousand of me.
Nina: Just the one'll do. So what happens now?
George: I stay.

Lucy: It's Mitchell.
Kemp: Mitchell was destroyed in the fire along with all the other vampires.
Lucy: Amy McBride died in the chamber four months ago. That didn't stop her dropping by my office this morning.