My name is Barnabas Collins; two centuries ago I made Collinwood my home.
You're my love
Until a jealous witch cursed me, condemning me to the shadows
What have you done?
For all time
What the hell is this?
He's coming, he's coming
Hear me, future dweller, what is the year?
Ah, my beloved Collinwood, the Collins family
Who the hell is this?
I'm a vampire, Madam.
He's not staying with us forever, is he?
I like him
Welcome home, Barnabas Collins
How soon can the horses be ready?
We don't have horses, we have a Chevy
What sorcery is this?
Reveal yourself, tiny songstress
Hello, Barnabas, remember me?
Witch, you cursed me to be this hideous creature
Then strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly
What if I made you love me?
With what, a spell?
I must admit they have not aged a day
Is she for real?
If I can't have you, I'll destroy you and your family
I shall restore the family business to its former glory
Burn, baby, burn!
Fight on, Barnabas, fight on for us
And fight I shall!
That was a regrettable turn of events
Are you stoned or something?
They tried stoning me, my dear, it did not work
cursed [ˋkɝsɪd] 被詛咒的
condemn [kənˋdɛm] 迫使...處於
dweller [ˋdwɛlɚ] 居民
sorcery [ˋsɔrsərɪ] 巫術; 魔術
posterior [pɑsˋtɪrɪɚ] 屁股(文雅的講法)
regrettable [rɪˋgrɛtəb!] 令人遺憾的; 可惜的; 不幸的