Let me explain the house rules. Follow the rules, we'll get along like a house on fire. Rule number one: No noise, no question. You make a noise... [holds up gun] Mr. .44 makes a noise. You ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it.

So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfuckin' servant of God?

Do you think this is who I am? I am a professional thief, I don't run around killing people I don't have to.

Don't you ever try and fucking run on us, 'cause I've got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.

Well, your best better get a hell of a lot fucking better, or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot fucking worse.

I know that I have put you through hell, and I know that I have been one rough pecker. But from here on, you are all in my cool book.

And I don't want to hear anything about "I don't believe in vampires" because I don't believe in vampires, but I believe in my own two eyes, and what I saw is fucking vampires!

Fight now, cry later.

[puts a gun to Sex-Machine's head] You touch my brother with that stake, biker, and vampires won't have to suck your blood. They'll be able to lick it up off the floor.

[to Richie] I wish you the peace in death I could never give you in life.