Graf Orlok: Is this your wife? What a lovely throat.
Graf Orlok: Blood! Your precious blood!
[as Hutter is on his way to Knock's real estate office] Prof. Bulwer: Wait, young man. You cannot escape destiny by running away!
Knock, ein häusermakler: It will cost you sweat and tears, and perhaps... a little blood.
Ellen Hutter, seine Frau: Why did you kill all of those flowers?
[And when he crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him]
