Blood! Blood! Blood! And death!

Blood, blood, blood! And death. All right, you know you're milking it.

Choked to death on his own blood. Caused those trails down his face.

The blood of an adventurer courses through your veins. I can see this.

You gonna put some blood on it, maybe dangle an eyeball?

Used to work with her. Used to. I'm a relative and I didn't get invited. A blood relative. Blood. Stop saying, "Blood" to strangers.

And you, a grown man fainting at the sight of a little blood.

I'll give some blood. I'll help the blood bank staff get set up.

But he's weak. He's living off the unicorns. Don't you see? We had it wrong.

I took his head, soaked the earth with his blood.

She's got the astrologer in her. I think she liked the title more than anything.

Oh, please don't go anywhere, I'm sure the therapist who actually lives her wouldn't want blood on the carpet.

I have to admit usually when guys ask me out they're not after my blood.

What? Blood. Quite a bit of it, too. Was there any injury at the crime scene? Nah.

Before you all start grabbing bricks to stone me at The Hague, you might wanna check your own hands for blood.

Blood it ran down through this fellow's face and eyes. It was when that he go in and called for medic.

All right. Listen up, guys. You wanna do something for your friends that are hurt? How about donating some blood?

All this talk of blood and slaying has put me off my tea.

Lawrence's donation must be running low. But we're short on time. You need to buck up, Teddy.

Do you mean to say that thing that killed the unicorn, that was drinking its blood, that was Voldemort?