Graf Orlok:
Is this your wife? What a lovely throat.
[
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.
Graf Orlok:
Blood! Your precious blood!
Ellen Hutter, seine Frau:
Why did you kill all of those flowers?
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