Sheriff Eben Oleson: Hell of a day.
The Stranger: Just you wait.
The Stranger: No way out of town. No one coming to help.
Jake Oleson: Shut up.
Helen Munson: Ignore him, Jake.
The Stranger: You can feel it. That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching. Who do you think they're gonna take first? The girl, who thinks a gun will help her? The kid, sheriff's kid? Or
the old gal?
Jake Oleson: Shut up!
[Jake throws a board game piece at the Stranger]
The Stranger: Oh... yeah... thank you, for the plastique. I can snap that apart and pick the lock.
Marlow: [speaking in vampire language] There is no escape. No hope. Only hunger and pain.
The Stranger: Mr. and Mrs. Sheriff. So sweet. So helpless against what is coming.
Stella Oleson: He's just trying to freak us out.
Jake Oleson: It's working.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: We have more important things to think about. I'll check on Gus.
The Stranger: Check on Gus. Board the
windows. Try to hide. They're coming. This time they're gonna take me with them... honor me. Yeah. For all that I have done.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: They? Who are they?
Marlow: [speaking in vampire language] That which can be broken must be broken.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: [to the Stranger] Let me tell you what I got. You don't work at the refinery. You didn't fly in; somebody'd seen you. And you're definitely not from around here. How'd you get in?
[the Stranger remains silent]
Sheriff Eben Oleson: All right. Well, we got a long time to figure this out. Nobody's coming for you for a month.
[the Stranger smiles]
Sheriff Eben Oleson: [upon finding Beau working on his truck] Got a problem?
Beau Brower: Nothing I can't handle my own fucking self.
[Eben sees oil leaking from his truck]
Sheriff Eben Oleson: This for generators?
Beau Brower: Yeah. Yeah, mostly.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: Well, Beau,
I'm going to have to cite you for it. I can't have it leaking all over the street.
Beau Brower: What? For that? You don't... you don't have to cite me. You don't have to do anything. Isn't that why we live out here? You know, for a little freedom?
Sheriff Eben Oleson: [handing Beau the citation] Happy motoring.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: Stop the truck.
Stella Oleson: What?
Sheriff Eben Oleson: Stop the fucking truck!
[Stella stops and they get out]
Sheriff Eben Oleson: I thought I saw something.
[Stella looks through binoculars]
Stella Oleson: Get in the truck.
Sheriff
Eben Oleson: What?
Stella Oleson: Get in the fucking truck!
The Stranger: No whiskey. No rum.
Lucy Ikos: Alcohol's illegal this month. Folks have hard enough time in the dark without booze making it worse.
The Stranger: Well forget about... the liquor, Lucy. Just bring me a bowl of raw hamburger.
Lucy Ikos: You can only get meat two ways around here - frozen or burned.
[the Stranger grabs Lucy's hand]
The Stranger: You don't bring me what I want to eat. What I want to drink.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: That's enough, pal. Leave the lady be.
[the Stranger releases Lucy, and Eben sits down next to him at the counter]
Sheriff Eben Oleson: Hey, what do you say the two of us go outside and
have a little talk, huh?
The Stranger: Now what's wrong with a man who wants a little fresh meat?
Sheriff Eben Oleson: Come on. You and me. Let's go. I'm taking you outside.
[the Stranger suddenly gets up and faces him]
The Stranger: I would like to see that.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: [yelling to distract the vampires] Come on, motherfuckers!
Marlow: [speaking in vampire language] We should have come here ages ago.