Waxwork
1988
Dracula: Raw meat. You do like raw meat?
Dracula: Steak tartar? Ah, yes. Steak tartar.
China: Can't a girl get laid around here without being burned at the stake?
(Mark is threatened by an armed French guard) Mark Loftmore: I'm sorry, I was never very good at languages.
Mark Loftmore: One last thing before you kill us Lincoln! Mr Lincoln: You know my name? Mark Loftmore: I should. You murdered my grandfather! Mr Lincoln: You're a Loftmore! Old horror lord's grandchild. Well, well, well, what a coincidence. It's such a small world! Mark Loftmore: Well, then why do you want to end it? Mr Lincoln: Somebody has to.
Mark Loftmore: (reading the first bit of the essay he had his maid write for him on 'Dictators') 'The Trouble with Dictators'. I think dictators are the bad people. They have the shouting voices, and the small moustaches. (sighs)
Mr Lincoln: Would you like a closer look?
Gemma: What's happening tonight, guys? Tony: Nothing. I gave up drinking. Sarah Brightman: The third time this month?