Jacob Fuller's Memorable Quotes:
So, what's the deal with you two, you a couple of fags?
He's my son.
Yeah, how's that happen? You don't look Japanese.
Neither does he. He looks Chinese.
Oh, ooh, well excuse me all to hell.
[on his impending vampirization]
I'll be a lap dog of Satan.
[talking to Jacob Fuller about his wife's death in a car crash]
Not quite. She was trapped in the wreck for about... six hours before she passed on.
Yeah, those acts of God really stick it in and break it off, don't they?
Yes, they do.
Are you so much a fucking loser, you can't tell when you've won?
What did you call me?
Nothing. I didn't make a statement. I asked a question. Would you like me to ask it again?
Are you such a loser you can't tell when you've won? The entire state of Texas, along with the F.B.I., is looking for you. Did they find you? No. They couldn't. You've won, Seth, enjoy it.
Do you have a cross?
In the Winnebago.
In other words, no.
What are you talking about? We got crosses all over the place. All you gotta do is put two sticks together and you got a cross.
He's right. Peter Cushing does that all the time.
Okay, I'll buy that.
Has anybody here read a real book about vampires, or are we just remembering what a movie said? I mean a real book.
You mean like a Time-Life book?
So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfuckin' servant of God?
I'm a mean, mhm mhm servant of God.
Every person who... chooses the service of God as his life's work has something in common. I don't care if you're a preacher, a priest, a nun, a rabbi or a Buddhist monk. Many, many times during your life you will look at your reflection in a mirror and ask yourself: am I a fool? I'm not going through a lapse; what I've experienced is closer to awakening.
I don't give a damn about living or dying anymore; all I care about is taking as many as those demons back to hell as I can.
Does anybody know what's going on here?
I know what's going on. We got a bunch of fucking vampires out there, trying to get in here and suck our fucking blood. And that's it. Plain and simple. I don't want to hear anything about "I don't believe in vampires," because I don't fucking believe in vampires, but I believe in my own two eyes, and what I saw, is fucking vampires. Now, do we all agree that what we are dealing with is vampires?
Daddy, what would Momma say?
Momma's got nothin' to say. She's dead!