Jonathan: Are these monsters gonna kill me?
Dracula: Not as long as they think you're a monster.
Jonathan: That's kinda racist.
Jonathan: I'm Dracula, Bleh, bleh-bleh!
Dracula: I've never said that in my life. 'Bleh, bleh-bleh.' I don't know where that comes from!
Jonathan: Uh, can I just ask? What exactly is this place?
Dracula: What is this place? It's a place I built, for all those monsters out there lurking in the shadows. Hiding from the persecution of human kind. A for them and their families to come to and be themselves. A void of torches, pitchforks, angry mobs. A place of peace, relaxation, and tranquility.
Jonathan: Cool, so it's like a hotel for monsters?
Dracula: [irritated] Yes, exactly. A hotel for monsters, way to sum it up.
Dracula: [Runs after Quasimodo to rescue Jonathan, but is stopped by Mavis] Mavis? Why are you still up? The sun is out. It could kill you, my honey-gut.
Mavis: I couldn't sleep. You know where Jonny went?
Dracula: I don't know. He -
[Turns around & eyes her down angrily]
Dracula: Why do you want know?
Mavis: Oh! Uh,
[Quasimodo kicks a suit of armor in the groin]
Suit of Armor: Ow! Why did that hurt me?
Mavis: Uhm... who is that?
Dracula: Who was what?
Jonathan: [groans]
Dracula: Oh that. That is ahh... nobody.
Mavis: Seriously dad?
Jonathan: Dad?
Mavis: Yeah, I know Dracula's daughter. Everyone freaks out at first.
Jonathan: Dracula?
Eunice: English, please! Your voice is REALLY annnoying!
Dracula: [holding Jonathan and looking at Mavis] Someone closer to your age, help plan the party.
Mavis: [looking at Jonathan] You're my age!
Jonathan: Sure, oh, well, how old are you?
Mavis: 118.
Jonathan: 100 and...
[Dracula elbows Jonathan in the stomach]
Jonathan: Yeah, I'm 121.
Mavis: Really?