Dracula: You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. But, I have already dined, and I never drink... wine.
Jonathan Harker: [looks at painting on the wall] An ancestor? I see a resemblance.
Dracula: The Order of the Dracul, the Dragon. An ancient society, pledging my forefathers to defend the church against all enemies of Christ. Their relationship was not entirely... successful.
Jonathan Harker: Oh.
[chuckles]
Jonathan Harker: Yes.
Dracula: [roars with rage as he draws a sword and points it at Harker's throat] It is no laughing matter! We Draculs have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as Atilla, whose blood flows in these veins? Blood...
[laughs]
Dracula: Is too precious a thing in these times. The war-like days are over. The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told. I am the last of my kind.
Jonathan Harker: I have offended you with my ignorance, Count. Forgive me.