Nick: Hank, what are you doing?
Hank: Testing out the new equipment and getting a picture of you while you're still young and innocent.
Nick: Oh, well, I'm getting married once, not four times.
Hank: Oh, you're a happily ever after guy.
Nick: Yeah.

Hank: What's that song?
Nick: "Sweet Dreams."
Hank: Eurythmics. One of their better. "Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?"
Nick: I didn't know you couldn't sing.

Dr. Rose: Did you know about the scars?
Nick: What scars?
Dr. Rose: A lot of them look like knife wounds. They're all over her body. What line of work was she in?
Nick: She was a librarian.

Eddy: Look, I don't want anymore trouble, okay? I'm not that kind of blutbad. I don't kill anymore, I haven't in years.
Nick: Wait. What did you say you were?
Eddy: Blutbad. Vulgarized by your ancestors as "the big bad wolf." What, did you just get the books tonight?
Nick: You know about the books?
Eddy: Of course I know about the books. We all know about the books. You people started profiling us over 200 years ago. But as you can see, I am not that big, and I am done with the bad thing.
Nick: Well, how do you...?
Eddy: How do I stay good? Through a strict regimen of diet, drugs, and Pilates. I'm a reformed blutbad, a wieder blutbad. It's a different church altogether.
Nick: You guys go to church?
Eddy: Sure. Don't you?

Nick: What's that?
Eddy: Wolfsbane. So he won't scent us.
Nick: You're kidding me, right?
Eddy: Not if you want to stay alive.