Vampire in Brooklyn

Det. Justice: So you say you saw... what? Silas Green: It was a wolf godammit! A big, black, stinking-ass wolf. The motherfucker jumped off the boat and ran over there. And when it got there the son of a bitch turned into a man. He did the flippflopp shit on me... Just like whore I used to know in Detroit back in 62. I'd go over her house on saturday night... she loved me, man. Bitch made me chicken and some pretzels! I'd come through the door, she's a man! Flippfloppin' and shit. You ever seen a motherfucker flippflopp on you and shit like that? In your face trying to flippflopp and shit! Det. Justice: So the wolf you saw looked something like that? Silas Green: The wolf? Hell no! That's a chihuahua compared to the motherfucker come at me! Ya ever seen a wolf, man? Det. Justice: Yes? Silas Green: To the 25th power!

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Policeman with Dog: You people are ought to stay back! Killer here loves to bite! Maximillian: So do I!

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Julius Jones: Hey, man, my pops always said the quickest way to a woman's heart - the church. Maximillian: It's actually through the ribcage, but that's a bit messy.

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Julius Jones: Hey, Max, let me ask you something. Why didn't you just bite this bitch when you had a chance? Maximillian: It doesn't work that way. She has to give herself to me voluntarily. Julius Jones: [laughs] Hey, this is Brooklyn, baby. Don't nobody give up shit unless you got some cold cash or a hot slug for their ass. Maximillian: In this case, I know a lot more about her than she knows about herself. One dance with me, one dance, and she'll be mine Julius Jones: Oh, see now, yeah, yeah. Now you're talking, player. Now you're talking. Take her dancing. I bet you dance that ol' wild Hammer shit. Julius Jones: So I'm gonna put on some music and I want you to show me what you're gonna do when you get in there, you wild vampire self. Show me that old Hammer shit you gonna do.

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Maximillian: Do you like Italian? I make an excellent fusilli. Rita: Actually, that's my favorite, but I really think I ought to take a rain check. Maximillian: Oh, there's someone else. Rita: Not anymore. Maximillian: Well, if there's no one else, then I would love to have you... for dinner. Rita: Look here. I'm a cop. Maximillian: Ah. The police? Rita: Mmm-hmm, the law. Which means, if you try anything funny, I'll shoot you. Maximillian: [feigning innocence] Do I look like I would bite you? Rita: [chuckles] You better not, not after the day I've had. Maximillian: Can I send my car to pick you up in a half-hour? Rita: [impressed] Oooh, a car. Let's make it an hour. Maximillian: I'll see you then.

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Maximillian: Rita, my sweet, you must feed, or you're going to die. Rita: [defiant] I want to die. Maximillian: I won't let you. I'll find someone for you. Silas Green: [enters the apartment looking for Julius] Hey, hey, Hey! The Knicks won! Julius, goddamn it, you owe me $50. [he then notices the new decor created by Max's casting spells] Good God, he's a bad motherfucker. Julius! Where's my $50, Julius... [notices Rita, weak and hungry, resting] You ain't Julius. You that cop's girl. What wrong, baby? You look sick. Had too much pork today, huh? Bad pig's feet, ate the bay leaf? Want some cod-liver oil, baby? Tell me what you need. Maximillian: [sneaks up behind Silas] What she needs is some fresh blood. Silas Green: Blood? Blood? I'll go to the Red Cross, get all you need. Maximillian: Shut up! Silas Green: Ow! Hey, brother, what the idea? Maximillian: The idea is dinner. Silas Green: Dinner? I don't see no dinner. What are we having? Maximillian: You! Silas Green: ME? Don't do it,

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