Dracula has risen from the grave.
He was an 18th century dandy, so he can be very fussy
Whatever I am, he made me! I was adorable once, young and full of hope. And now look at me! I’m this short, fat, insecure, middle-aged THING!
“It’s priest, try a little priest.”
“Is it any good?”
“Sir, it’s too good, at least.”
It’s amazing what you can do with a cheap piece of meat if you know how to treat it.
Fix me somethin’ to eat!
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done, such as drinking Dom Perignon ‘53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit.
Brave men and good wine - they don’t last long.
Brave Sir Robin ran away… bravely ran away away…When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet, he beat a very brave retreat. A brave retreat by brave Sir Robin.
I guess there’s no denyin’ I just a dandy lion, a fate I don’t desoive.
Well, I used to be bad when I was a kid, but ever since then I’ve gone straight, as has been proved by my record: Thirty-three arrests and no convictions!
It would be a shame if a few rotten apples spoiled the whole barrel.
Does this look like “gub” or “gun”?
We ordered our drinks and when it came his turn he said I’ll have bergin. Give me some bergin please. Bergin and water.
Shaken, not stirred.
I must get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.
Ho-Jon, get the gentleman a martini.
They call me MISTER Tibbs.
Give me another excuse to pop you full of lead!