Jack: The Slaughtered Lamb?
David: Of course, The Slaughtered Lamb. Why else would they have a severed fox head on a spear as their symbol?
Jack: That's a wolf's head.
David: Of course, The Slaughtered Lamb. Why else would they have a severed wolf's head on a spear as their symbol?
Jack: That's not a spear. It's a pike.
David: A severed wolf's head on a pike as their symbol.
Jack: David, before we go in there I want you to know that - no matter what happens to us - it's your fault.
David: I assume full responsibility.
Jack: Okay.
David: Shall we?

Truck driver: Here, lads, East Proctor and all about are the moors. I go east here.
Jack: Yes, well thank you very much for the ride, sir. You have lovely sheep.
Truck driver: Boys, keep off the moors. Stay on the road. Good luck to you.

[recalling what the driver told them]
David: Keep off the moors.
Jack: And stay on the road.
[they look down to see that they have wandered off the road]
David: Woops.

[calling home] Hello? Rachel? Just say yes, you'll accept the charges. Just say yes, Rachel. Is Mom or Dad home? Where are they? Where's Max? You're all alone? Mom and Dad would never leave me alone when I was ten. No, not ten and a half, either. I'm still in London. I'm all better. Look, would you tell Mom and Dad that I love them? I don't care, Rachel, just do it for me. Okay? Good. And, Rachel, don't fight with Max. Well, try. Look, kid, please don't forget to tell Mom and Dad I love them. I love Max and you, too. Well, I do. No, I'm not being weird, you little creep. You promise? Okay. Be a good girl. I love you. Bye.

[referring to the occult sign on the tavern wall] Remember the Alamo.

[to Alex] Oh dear girl, your extracurricular activities are of no consequence to me. I don't give a damn who you sleep with. I'm concerned about David.

[to David] You've suffered some rather severe cuts and bruises, lost a bit of blood, but nothing too serious; black and blue for a while. You'll have some dueling scars to boast of. That lunatic must have been a very fierce fellow. They say a mad man has the strength of ten.

[to Dr. Hirsch] Doctor, my memory is fine! It's my sanity I'm beginning to worry about.

[to himself, as he realizes he is locked out of Alex's flat] An American werewolf was found frozen to death today in the heart of London, England.

[Trying to get arrested in Trafalgar Square] Queen Elizabeth is a man! Prince Charles is a faggot! Winston Churchill was full of shit! Shakespeare's French! Shit! Fuck! Piss!

I'm sorry I called you a meat loaf, Jack.