Love at First Bite (1979)
Count Dracula: Shh! Children of the night, shut up!
Cindy Sondheim: We can go to bed, maybe get in a little quickie.
Count Dracula: No. With you, never a quickie. Always a longie.
Count Dracula: I never drink... wine. I do not smoke... shit.
Count Dracula: Without me, Transylvania will be as exciting as Bucharest... on a Monday night.
[Rosenberg approaches Dracula in a restaurant]
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: The second way to kill a vampire, Count; three silver bullets through the heart!
Cindy Soundheim: Jeffrey!
[Jeff shoots Dracula three times]
Count Dracula: No, Rosenberg, that is a werewolf
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: A werewolf? Really? Are you sure?
[Guards start to take him away]
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: [to the guards] No harm done! The man's all right! This was for a werewolf! No problem! Calm down! Take it easy! I'm a doctor! I know where I'm going!
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: [triumphantly] Well, Count, what do you say to that?
[Pulls out a Star of David]
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: [Dracula hides his face, then realizes what it is and removes his hands]
Count Dracula: I would say, leave Cindy alone and find yourself a nice Jewish girl, Doctor!
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: Huh?
[looks at star]
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: Ah shit! It's the other one, isn't it?
Alexei Rugalov: You dirty bat! You bit my mother!
Count Dracula: What is your name?
Rugalov: Alexei. Rugalov.
Count Dracula: No, Alexei. I bit your mother, *and* your grandmother.
Cindy Sondheim: [talking to her kitten, sitting in the fridge] : So that's where you've been for the last two days, and I thought you were lost.
Count Dracula: [calling on a blood bank] We've come to make a withdrawal. We have a very sick man in the car. He needs blood, desperately.
Bloodbank Guard: That's a hearse!
Count Dracula: So maybe we're a bit late.
Cindy Sondheim: [to Renfield] Why did you tell him that?
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: Because the bad guys always tell the good guys what they're going to do just before they try to kill them.
Renfield: He's absolutely right, Miss Cindy, that's part of the rules. But in this case, WE are they good guys.
Count Dracula: The wolf is a very misunderstood creature. He never kills for sport, only what is needed. And he always protects the young... and the old.
Count Dracula: [after biting a wino] What was that maniac drinking? Tastes like the Volga river at low tide!
Count Dracula: Did you have a nice day, my beauty?
Cindy Sondheim: Well, Rene ran my ass off all day. I mean, he may be the best photographer in New York City, but he's still a bitch.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Now, now, darling. They have a right to their life.
Cindy Sondheim: Yes, I know, Jeffrey. They love in their way, we love in ours, who's to say which is right, by the 21st century, homosexuality will probably be the normal lifestyle.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Excellent.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: You know what Freud said: if you don't pay for it,
[Cindy says it with him]
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: you don't get better.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Look, a check. She paid me everything she owes me. She left me, but she learned something. She's a responsible person, or whatever.
Commissare Woman: Either you spend the rest of your life in an efficiency apartment with seven dissidents and one toilet, or you gather your aristocratic shit together and split!
Count Dracula: Renfield.
Renfield: Yes, master.
Count Dracula: What is an efficiency apartment?
Renfield: I don't know, master. What's a toilet?
[after Rosenberg has set Dracula's Coffin on Fire]
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: This is a perfect example of a man taking charge of his own life. And I feel... pretty good!
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: I'm a doctor! I know what I'm doing.
Renfield: I think they're from the government.
Count Dracula: How do you know?
Renfield: They're wearing shoes.
Count Dracula: [reading an American phrase book in his coffin on the plane] "American Slang. Putting on the ritz: Getting dressed up. Flapper: A girl." "Hotsy-totsy." "Boop-boop-a-doo?" "Red-hot mama?" "23-skidoo?" What is this?
[flips to inside front cover]
Count Dracula: Copyright 1926? Renfield, you bungling moron, this book is as out of date as... I am.
Black mourner: Alvin - I told you to go find your roots, but who told you to drink the water?
Renfield: You have 30 seconds to tell me where Miss Sondheim is, or...
Cindy's Modeling Agent: Or what? You'll eat your lunch in my office?
Renfield: No-o-o, my lunch will eat you.
Renfield: I thought you were having fun.
Count Dracula: Fun? How would you like to go around looking like a head waiter for 700 years?
Cindy Sondheim: Can I get you anything?
Count Dracula: [looking around at the mess in Cindy's apartment] A broom, perhaps?
Cindy Sondheim: Eh? Oh, I hate housework. It killed my mother.
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: [speaking of Dracula] Where is he?
Cindy Soundheim: He'll be here.
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: Another fly by night character.
Cindy Sondheim: I told you, I have a man in here...
Count Dracula: [forces his way in] *Now* you do.
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: My name is Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg, and I want to talk to you about a man who sucks the blood out of people.
Lieutenant Ferguson: A loan shark, eh? What's 's name.
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: [picking hotel room lock] Every now and then, it sure helps to have a patient doing five to ten for breaking and entering.
Count Dracula: We're going to make a hoist.
Count Dracula: [frustrated] Heist! Heist, heist.
Count Dracula: Do you think of me as special?
Cindy Sondheim: Yes, of course.
Count Dracula: So how can you think of yourself as nothing, when I love you?
Lieutenant Ferguson: You know, we can't go in there without a warrant.
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: If we don't, her immortal soul will be lost forever!
Lieutenant Ferguson: If we do, I'll lose my pension.
Renfield: Master, please be careful!
Count Dracula: What is it?
Renfield: You nearly stepped on my dinner!
[a black beetle]
Count Dracula: Forgive me. Bon appetit!
Stewardess: Pardon me. Would you like chicken Kiev, Chateaubriand or veal cutlet Florentine for lunch?
Renfield: Everything you mentioned is dead. Don't you have anything that's alive and kicking?
Lady on plane with Cat: [scoffs at Renfield] I'll have the chicken Kiev, miss. Oh, why don't you bring a nice juicy mouse for little Salome here?
Renfield: Could I have one, too?
[the lady laughs and Renfield laughs with her]
[Rosenberg is about to set Dracula's coffin on fire]
Dr. Jeffrey Rosenberg: In the name of all the Van Helsings who have ever lived... burn, baby! Burn!
[throws the lit match on the coffin, and the coffin begins to ignite]
[to Dracula and Renfield]
Nurse at Bloodbank: If you two freaks don't get out of here, I AM GOING TO SCREAM MY HEAD OFF!
Renfield: If you scream loudly, they'll think you where frightened by a mouse.
[Renfield places a live mouse above the opening in the nurse's blouse - the nurse screams and runs out of the room. Renfield laughs]
[a viewing in a funeral home]
Reverend Mike: I knew Brother Alvin... and he was a swinger!
Mourners: Yes! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Alleluia! , etc.
Reverend Mike: He loved his booze, hahahaha. He loved his women.
Mourners: Yeah! He loved my wife, too! Yes, he did! Sure did! , etc
Reverend Mike: But must of all, he loved his Cadillac Saville, and it's a beaute. I know it's a beaute, because he left it to *me*, Hallelujah!
Mourners: Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! , etc
Reverend Mike: I showed him how God wanted him to have a swell time while he was alive. Because, brothers and sisters, when you is gone, you is gone. And ain't no way, no how, nobody's going to bring you back here, once you is dead!
[the coffin's lid rises, and Dracula sits up inside]
Count Dracula: Good evening...
[the mourners scream in panic, and run out of the funeral home, knocking over the chairs]
Count Dracula: [to Reverend Mike] I am Count Dracula. I would like a large suite with a bath. I have a reservation.
[Reverend Mike screams and jumps through the stained glass window]
Count Dracula: This is not the lobby of the Plaza Hotel?
Count Dracula: You were born in the wrong time, Cindy Sondheim. In the other age things were simpler, less complicated. Do you know how many women had nervous breakdowns in the fourteenth century?
Cindy Sondheim: No.
Count Dracula: Three.
Cindy Soundheim: What?
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: No! It can't be!
Cindy Soundheim: What, Jeffrey?
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Dracula!
Cindy Soundheim: How did you know his name?
Cindy Sondheim: Oh, this isn't so hard. I think I'm going to love imortality.
Count Dracula: There is one small disadvantage. We can only live by night.
Cindy Sondheim: Oh, that's all right with me. I mean, I could never really get my shit together till 7:00, anyway.
Commissare Woman: You and your cockroach-eating friend over there... have 48 hours to get out! Good evening, Comrade Count.
Count Dracula: Wait one minute! This is my home. My people cleared the land. We tortured innocent peasants for it. We even murdered for it. By Romanian law, that makes it ours.
[Renfield and the Count drive up to a blood bank in a hearse]
Count Dracula: You did real well, Renfield.
Renfield: Thank you, Master.
Count Dracula: A combination getaway car and mobile home!
[Renfield opens a refrigerator at the blood bank that's stocked with units of blood]
Renfield: Master! We hit the jackpot!
Count Dracula: Only in America! Plastic disposable bodies! It's like a supermarket!
Renfield: [emptying the blood bank's refrigerator of all its blood bags] Master, it will be wonderful at the reception when you marry Miss Cindy!
Renfield: Oooh, how they danced, on the night, that they bled...
Count Dracula: [holding up a test tube full of blood] I propose a toast. Here's blood in your eye!
[Rosenberg and the lieutenant arrive at Cindy's apartment building to find Dracula's hearse parked out front]
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Look at this! It's *him*!
Lieutenant Ferguson: Yeah... or a rock group!
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Marry me.
Cindy Sondheim: Jeff, please.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: I've been thinking about it. We should get married.
Cindy Sondheim: But you've always told me I don't want to get married.
Doctor Jeff Rosenberg: Yes you do, yes you do. I was going to tell you next Tuesday when you came into the office. I'm getting the house, Largemont, 22 minutes from midtown. Good schools. No tennis court, but there's room for one. God, we'll love it there.
Mrs. Knockwurst (Lady in Elevator): Such a nice Jewish boy! A doctor, yet! Why do you need a meshuggeneh blonde like that for? Now, my sister Lina, she has a daughter...
Old Woman: Why won't you go to work, old man? We have nothing to eat!
Old Man: [Dracula flies into the apartment as a bat] We do now! Look, a chicken! A black chicken!