As near as I can tell, Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992); I suppose I might be wrong, but it’s pretty distinctive.
“Well, that’s an evil smile…”
Naturally, Baldur Norddahl was grinning. Any shark who saw that grin would swim as fast as it could the other way.
[Sidebar]
In Post #7456, I quoted a line from “Count Dracula” (1977, Louis Jourdan, TVM). In the next post, Derleth quoted a different Dracula movie and I, being a hot-headed jack-ass, took it the wrong way. A cursory Google search did not turn up the line and I assumed I was getting a short-and-sweet lecture on what I shouldn’t be posting in this thread. I reported the post which, thankfully, seems to have been flawlessly disregarded by a Mod with infinitely more sense than I. Then, I shot back a poorly crafted snark (Post #7458) which Derleth answered as-nice-as-could-be, not realizing he was dealing with an idiot. Derleth’s post (#4757) was not only appropriate, but clever and I apologize for assuming the worst of him; I’ve no excuse. Apologies, also, to Blue Blistering Barnacle for putting him in the middle of this, to the Mod who received the Report, and to the other posters to this thread for the de-rail. And for wasting your time in reading this. If Derleth would let this slide, I promise I will never darken his crypt door again.
Respectfully,
John W, DBA burpo the wonder mutt
In play:
Hulk? Smash! (Hulk grins)
Knocking him down won the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones, too. So they’d leave me alone.
OK, wow.
I didn’t expect anything to come from that post, but thank you for the apology, and I promise to be a bit less curt next time, and maybe do more than one Google search before being sure I’d found the origin of a quote I was unfamiliar with.
Oh, and to reply to buddha_david’s play: The enemy’s gate is down! 
Then both of them were staggered by a scream that echoed within their heads.
- BAD! –
–BAD ONES! + - LEAVE –
–US + - ALONE! –
It was a roar of rejection that made Toshio moan and grab at his temples.
She pumped pure sonic hell into the triple note.
Floating across the city, clear and mellow, giving stir to a thousand glittering echoes, came the sound of trumpets.
The miracle of order has run out and I am left in an unmiraculous city where anything may happen.
While he waited for Ernst and Woody Woodsill to join them, Jesse wondered if those on the ground realized what a miracle was taking place over their heads. Miracle on top of miracles, Jesse mused. Real aircraft, meeting over seventeenth-century Germany, with seventeenth-century Germans in them. And all done with the precision of the proverbial Swiss watch.
But now, tonight, he slowed almost to a stop. His inner mind, reaching out to turn the corner for him, had heard the faintest whisper. Breathing? Or was the atmosphere compressed merely by someone standing very quietly there, waiting?
Your whisper from the dark has now become a plea, we cannot turn our backs
If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not.
“I was just trying to show you,” he went on, “just how insubstantial a ‘common sense’ idea can be when you pin it down. Neither ‘common sense’ nor ‘logic’ can prove anything. Proof comes from experiment, or to put it another way, from experience, and from nothing else.”
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
The truth is out there.
“Then how in hell do you think we’re going to convince that ‘public support’ of yours we’re in the right if we smash the Manties like they deserve?” Rajampet sneered.
“We lie.” Abruzzi shrugged. “It’s not like we haven’t done it before. And, in the end, the truth is what the winner says it is. But in order to rebut the Manties’ version effectively, I have to know what it is, first. And we can’t make any military moves until after I’ve had a chance to do the preliminary spadework.”
“And…I don’t want to send them where I wouldn’t go.”
4130 you are avoiding your drugs and persisting in sexual contact with your roommate. The state cannot allow this.