- Count Duckula: [pained voice] Igorrr! You're standing on my fingers!
- Igor: Oh, I do beg your pardon, sir! I thought the carpet there was a little less threadbare!
- Nanny: Cooie! Ducky-boos!
- Count Duckula: Mind the...
- [Nanny breaks the door]
- Count Duckula: ...door, Nanny.
- Nanny: Oh, I brought you something to eat! I thought you might be hungry.
- Nanny: [tastes food] I don't think anyone could be *that* hungry, Nanny!
- Count Duckula: Oh, ducky-boos, eat up, it's your dinner!
- Nanny: You can't really expect me to eat *that*, Nanny! Let's face it, the *tray* looks more appetizing!
- Nanny: [bites the tray]
- Nanny: No, it tastes pretty much the same as the food!
- Count Duckula: Gold, gold! It may not buy happiness, but it can buy you a better state of misery, that's for sure!
- Nanny: [the three are leaving for the Yukon] Oh, let's not go, Duckyboos, I gets homesick!
- Count Duckula: Yes, I get pretty sick of it as well, Nanny!
- Count Duckula: [the three are out in the snow, lost] I still think it would have been a better idea to bring the *dogs* to pull the sled, Nanny.
- Nanny: Oh, no, Duckyboos, it's too cold. Those poor little mutts would have been half-freezing!
- Igor: Instead, they're tucked in front of a blazing fire, drinking the young master's best cocoa and eating his chocolate biskies.
- Nanny: Oh, dear, I meant to pack them some custard creams as well, I hope they don't get too upset!
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Welcome once again, gentle viewers, to Translyvania. Where Castle Duckula stands over the nearby village, and its residents are engaged in a once a century purge!
- [a tortured scream sounds in the background]
- Narrator: Has something come to light? What can these tortured screams foretell?