Dracula Page #2
- How do you do?
Count Dracula has just
taken Carfax Abbey.
Oh, it'll be a relief to see life
It will indeed. You'll excuse me -
I'm wanted on the telephone.
The abbey could be very attractive.
But I should imagine it would need
quite extensive repairs.
I shall do very little repairing.
It reminds me of the broken battlements
of my own castle in Transylvania.
of that old toast:
"Above, lofty timbers,
Echoing to our laughter,
As though the dead were there."
- Nice little sentiment!
- But there's more, even nicer.
"Quaff a cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next to die..."
Oh, never mind the rest, dear!
To die, to be really dead...
that must be glorious.
Why, Count Dracula!
There are far worse things...
awaiting man...
than death.
(music box chimes)
(Mina, mimicking) It reminds me...
of the broken battlements...
of my own castle in Transylvania.
Oh, Lucy, you're so romantic!
Laugh all you like. I think he's fascinating.
Oh, I suppose he's all right.
But give me someone
a little more normal.
Like John?
Yes, dear. Like John.
Castle... Dracula.
Transylvania.
Well, er... Countess,
I'll leave you to your count
and his ruined abbey.
- Good night, Lucy.
- Good night, dear.
The fog seems to be
closing down a bit, sir.
Another death.
Dead?
Dr Seward, when did Miss Weston
have the last transfusion?
About four hours ago.
An unnatural loss of blood,
which we've been powerless to check.
On the throat of each victim
the same two marks.
- (nurse) Keep your hands covered.
- I don't want to keep my hands covered.
- But you said you would.
- I don't want to.
- Now please do as you said you would.
- I don't want to.
(man screams)
(patient) He probably wants
his flies again! (manic laughter)
(man) No, Martin, please!
Please don't, Martin!
No, Martin, please! Please, Martin!
No, Martin! Oh, Martin, please!
- Here, give it to me now, I tell you!
- No, Martin, please!
No, Martin. Martin, don't!
Don't throw my spider away from me!
Oh, Martin... Oh...
Ain't you ashamed now? Ain't you?
Spiders now, is it?
Flies ain't good enough?
Flies? Flies?!
Poor puny things!
Who wants to eat flies?
You do, ya loony!
Not when I can get nice fat spiders!
All right. Have it your own way.
Read, Dummkopf, where I have marked.
Deinde cum extractum
vesiculionis sanguine mixtum est,
sanguis puniceo color
amisso lactteus fit.
Gentlemen, we are dealing
with the... undead.
Nosferatu!
Yes, Nosferatu. The undead. The vampire.
The vampire attacks the throat.
white with red centres.
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