Jack Barts: [as they walk the docks] Adam, Adam. Let me explain.
Adam: Last one, Barts. I'm not coming up here to clean up your messes anymore.
Jack Barts: Yes, sir. I promise.
Jack Barts: Every so often, I think about what it would be like in the south.
Adam: So, where's Henry?
Jack Barts: Yes, sir. We've been looking all over, sir. Searchin' high and low.
Adam: Low is more likely. Just find him, Barts... Oh, and send a fresh crop south. We have a lot of mouths to feed.
Abraham Lincoln: [repeating his journal entry] History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle, and forgets the blood. However history remembers me, if it does at all, it shall only remember a fraction of the truth.
Abraham Lincoln: [in his journal] In the weeks that followed, Henry endeavored to impart a life time of vampire hunting secrets... Their ability to adapt in sunlight. Their power to render themselves invisible. But most of all, he taught me how to destroy them.
[while Abe hangs upside down, helpless, the Pharmacist sharpens a razor and places a bowl underneath him]
Pharmacist: Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a moment or two... did you eat today?