Character: Vladislav

- You know why I beat you?
- For what?
- On the occasion of the New year!

- Give me something to do.
- You're a musician, Vladek. Boost people's spirit. And pretty.
- I want to do something useful.
- You're too well known. And, you know, musicians do not go underground. Too... musical.

- Vladek... are You hurt?
- No, scratched.
- I went crazy...
Henrik:
- In vain he had with him the documents. There's bomb - and it's clear where to take.

'I think we drink virgin blood because it sounds cool.
- I look at it this way: if you want to eat a sandwich, you get a much more fun, knowing that no one was fucking.

- The point is, deacon, that you have not done the dishes for five years.
- Vladislav is right. It is unacceptable that we have such a mountain of bloody dishes.
- Me people to lead uncomfortable!
- Who cares, you still kill them! Vampires don't do dishes.

I haven't had mortal friends. The problem is they have such love to die.

I became a vampire at the age of sixteen, and so I I still look sixteen. The life we then, in sixteen years... it was serious.