Moonlight [Mick has fled to the desert in a bid to protect Leni Hayes, a witness in a court case, and is lying in a bathtub, the life slowly sapping away from him.]
Leni: We have to get you to a hospital. This is not just regular dehydration. Something is seriously wrong.
Mick: [delirious] No hospitals. Just keep trying to get a signal. Call the number I gave you. Ask for Beth. Just talk to her. Only Beth.
Leni: Who is she?
Mick: I trust her.
Leni: Hey, is she your girlfriend?
Mick: No! It's... complicated.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 [Over the "The End" card]
Servo [as Ed McMahon]: And remember to buy Ed McMahon's Budweiser ice cream.
All: Hi-yo!
Mike: Leni Riefenstahl's most powerful film.
Servo: Hi-yo!

Moonlight Beth: Mick. Mick. MICK. Stay with me. Stay with me! Mick. You burning up.
Mick: I better.. I die before I feed on her.
Beth: Mick, Leni is in the other room. She's fine.
Mick: I guess... I guess I'm a delicate flower.
Beth: I guess you are.
Mick: Take Leni back. Get her out of here. He's coming.
Beth: I'm not leaving.
Mick: You have to protect her now.
Beth: You're dying. [She's dropping the coat and bares her neck.] I don't know how to do this. But I know you need it, so...
Mick: No! Get out! Get out!
Beth: You need blood!
Mick: No, not yours!
Beth: Look...
Mick: Not like this!
Beth:...I want to do this.
Mick: [Voiceover] What would you do when the one thing you need to save your life is the one thing that would make life unbearable? [Both look to each other]
Beth: I know you won't kill me and I know you won't try to turn me either. I've got this vampire friend who has been explaining this stuff.
Mick: [Takes her forearm] At some point you're gonna have to stop me. [Sinks his teeth into her arm]

In Plain Sight Marshall: You going to be okay?
Mary: Yeah, fine. It's fine. Go!
Marshall: You sure?
Mary: Yes! Marshall, whatever little stupid Nora Ephron you have playing in your head about me and Faber's snappy workplace love connection, you can --
Marshall: It's less Nora Ephron and more Leni Riefenstahl.
Mary: Whatever. Hit the off switch.
Marshall: Well, this is where normal people say goodbye, I'll call you, be careful.
Mary: You owe me nine dollars for lunch last week, so don't get shot and die.
Marshall: [smiles] I'll do my best.