- Ezra Hannon: What paper you say you're from?
- Richard Dees: Inside View, you know it?
- Ezra Hannon: Oh yeah. My wife Martha reads your paper. After she's done with it, I use it to line our kitty's toilet box. Soaks that cat piss real good.
- Richard Dees: [Realizing that Renfield is indeed behind him, even though he can't see him in the mirror] You're real!
- Dwight Renfield: [Slowly gives an amused laugh] So are you... for now at least
- Dwight Renfield: I've been watching you Dees... I've been watching you very closely. Yes... I know you, you see... I know all... all about you...
- Dwight Renfield: [Standing menacingly close behind Dees, touching him almost affectionately] Your appetite for blood intrigues me... we have a lot in common, you and I... hmm... perhaps you need me Dees... but their are others who need me as well...
- Dwight Renfield: [He pulls Dees head back, and he flinches in terror] Don't fear for your life Dees, I have no intention of killing you! After all... we are brothers in blood, are we not? This sad world would be a sadder place without the likes of you. Besides, I have fed well tonight... hmm... oh so very well... But listen closely my inquisitive friend as I say this only once... DO NOT follow me anymore... or I will swallow you whole... that much... I promise...
- Merton Morrison: [to Richard Dees] Put that pilot license and plane of yours to some use. Besides, you're good with the hicks, you're the best.
- Ezra Hannon: [describing The Night Flier to Richard Dees] He was wearing a big cloak he was. Red as a fire engine inside, black as a woodchuck's asshole outside. And when it spread out behind him, it looked like a goddamn bat's wing it did.
- Old Lady: [Happy to Die]
- Richard Dees: [running from the bathroom after Dwight leaves] DWIGHT! I need to see your face! Show it to me, Dwight!
- [quietly]
- Richard Dees: Show it to me.
- Dwight Renfield: [turns around and starts marching toward Dees] I suppose it was inevitable. You've been looking for me all your life. In the morgues. In the graveyards. In the faces of the dead and dying. Your whole existence has been a search for me. Well. Here. I. Am. My friend. Am I not all that you'd hoped for? Am I not all that you thought I would be?
- [reveals his face to Dees and unhinges his jaw]
- Richard Dees: [screams]