Where's the orchestra?

“What in five hells do you think yer doing? This place tends to try to hire the armature night people!”

“Having a good time, who are you to tell me otherwise?”

“God, you spoiled brats are all alike, you know that? It really pisses me off to see you rich brats come down here and make fun of people’s reality. It isn’t a goddamn game!”

“You sure have a mouth on you now.”

“What, you going to show me how to use it? I swear you’re all the same. All the fucking same.”

"I am the-"

"You are so NOT the lord of all darkness."

"But I am, I am a being of true vampire-"

"…"

"Sir is not amused."

"Nope, he's not."

"Tell me lies; tell me sweet little lies…"

"I really can't stand that song."

"Sorry, when I'm nervous I … it just comes out."

"We're lost in a house."

"Let's be fair, this is nothing like most houses."

"It has three kitchens, so yes."

"Wasn't Edmund supposed to stay with us?"

"Supposedly."

"That's not very uplifting."

"Yeah, and the creature circling the island is also not uplifting. How'd we get into this mess?"

"Tell me lies; tell me sweet little lies…"

"…oh no no no you can't disguise…"

"I thought you were a professional…"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean, SORT OF!? We're going to get killed down… oh god, it's a body."

"Shush."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"I… am invested in this."

"INVESTED. You're NOT A REAL COP?"

"No, sorry."

"I'm going to haunt you."

"I don't believe in ghosts."