301 -- The Black Buddha Pt. 1 and 302 -- The Black Buddha Pt. 2
Nightcrawler quoting Hamlet Act2; Scene2; lines 313-319: What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculty. In form in moving how express and admirable. In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world the paragon of animals. And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust. Man delights me not.
Vachon: And what a screaming fine ride it is, too. Did you pick this bucket out?
Vachon: Do I look like a slacker to you?
Nick: You know, Schanke had a dream last week. He dreamt his own death. He was standing, naked, at the end of a bowling alley…
LaCroix: There was a young man with a suitcase of guilt that weighed his immortal life down…
Vachon to Tracy: I wanted to bite you but I didn't, okay?
Reese: How the hell'd you get over here? We just got off the phone.
Nick: I flew.
Reese: Say that again?
Vachon: Detective, I'm sure this must all be very confusing.
Nick: Yes…
Vachon: I want you to look in my eyes. Let me tell you what you will remember… and what you will forget.
Nick tries not to laugh…
303 -- Outside the Lines
Tracy: I've heard about this place.
Nick: And you say I never take you anywhere.
304 -- Blackwing
Nevins: Marian says you're surrounded by darkness. It strangles your spirit. You're not married, are you, Detective?
Nevins: If you see Gary Blackwing, tell him I miss him and love him like a brother…but he still owes me money.
305 -- Blind Faith
Screed: Whatever you say, Defective Knight.
306 -- My Boyfriend is a Vampire
Nightcrawler: Love, how it toys with us, makes utter fools of us, flogs whips and spanks us. Listen to the voices of the unloved as they surge and retreat in the night. Whispered in empty rooms and lonely beds, the hunger of love unattained, rushing through our fingers, unstoppable, fleeting, gone. And yet, when we touch this love it burns us with its bright flame, it punishes and consumes. And yet we must have it. It rules us, uses, abuses, misuses. And yet, why do we always crawl back for more?
307 -- Hearts of Darkness
Vachon: If she's an amateur, I'm a vegetarian.
308 -- Trophy Girl
Nightcrawler: Prize what you will, prize what you can, but always remember, even he who dies with the most prizes still dies.
Vachon to Tracy: You're looking uncharacteristically gorgeous tonight.
Tracy: You know, you should keep that hypno thing in your holster.
Vachon: Sorry. It gets away from me sometimes.
Vachon: Cars are sexier with fins, don't you think? More predatory.
Nick: For me it's a question of trunk space.
Vachon: Pragmatist.
LaCroix: Tragedy, Nicholas? Tragedy is not a word that I think I've heard you use before. It is not a word that has anything to do with any of my business!
LaCroix after he slams Nick against a wall and tastes a drop of blood off Nick's chin because Nick drank his dinner: Intoxicating, wasn't she?
Tracy after Vachon whammies Tracy's "date": Is he okay?
Vachon: Yeah. He has no idea where he's going, but he's okay.
309 -- Let No Man Tear Asunder
Nightcrawler: Do you suppose they celebrate death days on the other side?
310 -- Night in Question
LaCroix: I hope this wave of altruism passes quickly...it is quite distressing!
LaCroix to Dr.Turner: The bullet glanced off the good detective's very thick skull, and caused minimal damage.
Nick: I remember Doctor Lambert, but I'm sorry, I don't know who you are.
Reese: Uh... Joe Reese. Metro Police.
Nick: Am I in trouble?
Nat: No, Captain Reese is your boss, Nick. You're a police officer.
LaCroix: It's not so much who you are, Nicholas, as what you are.
LaCroix to Nat: I trust that you will inform him of his special nature and needs, in my absence?
Nat to LaCroix: I think you had better leave…By the door!
Nightcrawler: Bonsoir, mes amis. C'est moi, the Nightcrawler, with you, soothing your confusion, keeping you company until the sun rises.
Nightcrawler: You will come back. You must come back. It is your destiny, and destiny will not be trifled with.
Nightcrawler: All's well that ends well; although it never really does end for some of us. Anyway, until tomorrow, I remain a friend to all, and as always, when you have a friend in the Nightcrawler, who needs enemies?
311 -- Sons of Belial
LaCroix to Nick: There is goodness in you. There is God in you. Use it!
Nightcrawler: In courts and palaces he also reigns, and in luxurious cities, where the noise of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, and injury and outrage, and when night darkens the street, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine…Paradise, Lost!
LaCroix: Really, Nicholas, such crass showmanship.
Nick: Please help me, LaCroix. I can't control myself.
LaCroix: Good. Although a little more discretion might be in order.
Nick's possessor: De Brabant has been many people, all of them murderers. They are inside, restrained by some sickening moral conscience. They want to be released, they want to kill again…
312 -- Strings
313 -- Fever
Nightcrawler: They say the ages of man are denial, awareness and acceptance. A young man believes he will live forever. A middle age man knows he will not. And an old man is ready.
Nick: Stay out of the sun, keep away from sharp sticks, you'll live forever. That is supposed to be the deal.
Vachon: Look, I can't take this one to the hospital, the emergency room. What am I gonna tell them? 'He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses and food, he's about 450 and he can fly'?
Vachon: See you in hell, sailor.
Vachon: She's a doctor, Screed.
Screed: She can't be. She didn't try leeches or nothing.
LaCroix: How many deaths will be on your conscience, Doctor? A dozen? A hundred? A whole race? A race that dare not speak its name, who cannot turn to medicine for help. They die - silently, invisibly, out of the light. I am their only voice, and my people cry out for revenge!
314 -- Dead of Night Nightcrawler: A ghost is a hallucination of some famous regret, no more. Ghosts are mistakes that we've made. They come not from beyond the pale, but rise up from our gravest doubts about ourselves. Each ill- considered thing that we have done is a ghost that haunts us. If we let it. Regret is for the foolish, the weak, the tormented. Kill it before it bleeds you dry.
Nick: Then close your eyes... and give yourself to me.
315 -- Games Vampires Play
Tracy: What is wrong with you lately? You are so out of it!
Nick: Out of what?
Nick: I think I'm being seduced!
Linda Fulford: It's a vampire!
Nick: Oh, I'm not a detective in here. In here I'm a vampire. You may call me Nicholas de Brabant.
316 -- Human Factor
Nightcrawler: Cold, Barren, Bleak… Winter is the kindest season. The heart will not melt in winter. Chilled by the cold, we are spared the guilt, the sorrow, the messy emotion of life. Winter is solace for the lonely. It's cold touch soothes the tattered heart. The sad tales are best told in winter.
LaCroix: Strange, how things turn out. Isn't it? Through hellish circumstance, she obtains what has proven so elusive to you, only to have that one in a billion happenstance taken from her…by you. I don't know whether to laugh, or to cry for you, Nicholas.
LaCroix: Even Leonardo couldn't capture all of her beauty.
317 -- Avenging Angel Nightcrawler: I hear something familiar on the wind tonight. A lonely woman's cry for justice, from beyond death. And what justice is sweeter, than that exacted by those who have been wronged. What law more perfect than that exercised by an advocate, who moves swiftly and with resolve. Only you who've practiced it know what I'm talking about. A man that studyeth revenge, keeps his own wounds clean.
318 -- Fallen Idol
319 -- Jane Doe
320 -- Ashes to Ashes
Nightcrawler: The cruelest evil is not some wretched entity manifested in cloven hooves and bleating goat's head. The child, its soft cries - the sound of all that should be cherished and protected. The father takes the child into his heart in pure love…Unaware.
LaCroix: I don't recall any of my staff reporting discovering a decapitated corpse in the beer fridge.
LaCroix: Clearly I have a future as a sobering influence on the disenfranchised.
Reese: So we just write it off, huh? Shrug, and put it down to ghosts or aliens or something? Come on, Nick. The truth is out there.
Nick: Yeah, But maybe just not in our jurisdiction.
Divia: Lucius hurt me, my father, my son!
Nick: Why did Divia save you?
LaCroix: She's my daughter. Now you know why I never told you who my master is, one could say you're related.
Divia: In all the centuries I had to think of you and what you might be doing, I never Imagined you'd rise to the lofty position of inn keeper.
Divia: Nicholas, I believe was his name. One always recognizes family but he was your favorite. Wasn't he?
Divia: Father? Don't let me die! Father?
LaCroix: I will stay here with Divia until her body is turned to ashes. Then commit them to the wind. I might even say a prayer!
Divia: Then let us do what must not be done. Make love to me, Father.
Vachon: It's not what you think.
LaCroix: How disappointing.
Reese: He may not be guilty of this, but he sure as hell is guilty of something.
LaCroix to Divia: You are a sick, depraved little girl.
Divia: Are you going to stop me, General? You and, as they say, whose army?
321 -- Francesca
Frank, remembering his past life: I die a thousand times in his arms… he dies in mine.
322 - Last Knight
Nightcrawler: Life is a gift. As sweet as the freshest peach, as precious as a gilded jewel. I have never been able to understand the logic of willfully surrendering such a treasure.
Nick: Have you ever had faith in anything other than yourself?
LaCroix: I've seen too much.
Nick: Well, then maybe I haven't seen enough.
LaCroix: After eight hundred years, Nicholas, be done with her! Time heals all. Nicholas, you cannot deny what you are.
LaCroix: And so, in your eyes, I am the devil.
Nick: No, not the devil, LaCroix.
LaCroix: What then?
Nick: You... are my closest friend.
LaCroix: Damn You, Nicholas!
Natalie, with a death wish: Make love to me, Nick. Take just a little at a time.
LaCroix: Love…it warps our senses, twists our souls, can take us past hope, past cure, past help.
LaCroix: Oh, Nicholas! You have thought this through, haven't you?
Tracy after being shot and seeing Nick vamped out: You could have trusted me.
LaCroix: All that remains is for us to turn out the lights and lock the door on our way out.
Nick: This is a beginning, not an end.
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