friskin

Renfield: No, Martin, please. Please, don't, Martin. No, Martin, please. Please, Martin. No, Martin. Oh, Martin, please. No, No, Martin, please. No, Martin. Martin, don't.
Martin: Here, give it to me.
Renfield: Don't throw my spider away from me. Oh, Martin, oh!
Martin: Ain't you ashamed, now, ain't ya? Spiders now, ain't it? Flies ain't good enough?
Renfield: Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?
Martin: You do, you loony!
Renfield: Not when I can get nice fat spiders.
Martin: Alright, have it your own way.

Dracula is in the house!