Seth: Do you think this is who I am? I am a professional thief; I don't kill people I don't have to.
Seth: [ducking behind a display case] Richie! You okay?
Richie: He shot me in the fucking hand, I told you he said help us!
Pete Bottoms: [screaming in pain] I NEVER SAID HELP US!
Seth: Well it doesn't matter now, because you've got about two fucking seconds to live!
Seth: Jacob, you're going to keep going down this road until you get to DiGallo. When you get to DiGallo, you're going to turn this big bastard left, and go a couple of miles until you see a bar called "The Titty Twister." And to my understanding, you cannot miss it.
Jacob: Then?
Seth: And then you stop, because that's where were
going.
Titty Twister Guitarist & Vocalist: Fuck you everybody, good night!
[explosion as band disappears]
Old Timer: [irritated by Seth's incessant ringing of the front desk bell] What the hell do you want?
Seth: What do you think I want, you mean old bastard? I want a fucking room.
Old Timer: [quietly shocked] Okay, alright.
[tosses Seth room keys]
Seth: Do you have a cross?
Jacob: In the Winnebago.
Seth: In other words, no.
Scott Fuller: What are you talking about? We got crosses all over the place. All you gotta do is put two sticks together and you got a cross.
Sex Machine: He's right. Peter Cushing does that all the time.
Seth: Okay, I'll buy that.
Seth: And if there is a hell, and those sons of bitches are from it, then there has got to be a heaven... Jacob, there's gotta be.
[on his impending vampirization]
Jacob: I'll be a lap dog of Satan.