I have to admit, one of the better lines in the history of B movies.

It's from the one we've all been waiting for--the sequel to "Vamps: Deadly Dreamgirls." Yes, it took them eight years to do it, but "Blood Sisters: Vamps 2" is finally out, continuing the finest series of apocalyptic vampire stripper gore comedies ever devised.

Remember the shiftless priest who was hanging around the topless bar in the first movie? Well, now he's married to superstar stripper Glori-Anne Gilbert, a baby-face blonde who's been shot through the back with a couple of torpedoes, as we discover in the second scene when she makes the sign of the humpbacked couch walrus while discussing the erotic value of shape-shifting with her brooding prelate. Of course, they're not really married, since she's a vampire and he's a priest--actually ex-priest at this point. Apparently the Catholic church frowned on that whole fornicating-with-vampires thing from the first movie.

Unbeknownst to this happy but troubled couple--he's troubled by the fact that she occasionally eats housecats and drinks blood smoothies--the evil sister of the vampire stripper they killed in the first movie is sending some minions from El Lay to disrupt business at the Vamps strip club in Cincinnati where Glori-Anne is a featured dancer and the ex-priest is the manager. (There aren't that many job openings when one of the words on your resume is "defrocked.")

The reason the Vampire Glam Queen of El Lay has to do this is that there's something called the Prophecy of the Redeemer, by which the first immortal dead female vampire to be loved by a pure-souled human will conceive a child and this child will be able to touch all current vampires and they'll become mortal and go to heaven--and this makes the party-hearty vampires ticked off that someday they might become all fleshly and vulnerable.

And, of course, where else would God plan such a thing than at a Cincinnati strip club called Vamps? (Isn't Cincinnati always banning places like this?) To set up the assassination of the redeemer's mother--the Virgin Mary type played by Glori-Anne Gilbert, although I guess we should leave off the "virgin" part-- Evil Vampiress Elizabeth sends a couple of bimbos named Opal and Sapphire who are aspiring vampires but in the meantime know how to pose as lesbian strippers and dispose of lonely conventioneers and dot-com millionaires who violate the no-leaving-the-club- with-the-dancer rule. They're supervised by a degenerate henchman named Vlad who guzzles drinks at the bar, ogles the girls, and preys on the emotionally vulnerable ones.

In other words, we've got a whole lot of plot here getting in the way of the story, setting up the vampire-stripper catfight finale, complete with heart-staking, bow-and-arrow undead- dispensing and, of course, generous dollops of neck-chomping.

One nice touch during the paint-the-room-red climax: the Kung-Fu-to-the-Death scene between the good vampire stripper and the bad vampire stripper is punctuated by constant clacking noises caused by the pounding of platform high heels on the concrete floor. Now that is called realism.

Of course, I loved it.

Let's take a look at those drive-in totals. We have:

Thirteen dead bodies. Sixty-six breasts. Neck-chewing. One hot-tub blood feast. One attempted armed robbery, followed by Bimbo Fu and bloodsucking. Aardvarking. Chained-to-a-stake vampire photosynthesis destruction. Multiple gratuitous strip routines. Cat consumption. Fistfight. Arrow chest-piercing. Leg- biting. Kung Fu. Lesbo Fu. Drive-In Academy Award nominations for Rob Calvert, as the terminally oversexed deejay who invents Tuesday Night Jello Wrestling and the "Lap Dances for Canned Goods" Christmas promotion; Randy Rupp, as the fawning bald henchman who says "I thought you were supposed to be dead already"; Amber Newman, returning from the first movie even though she died in the first movie, as the Vampire Queen who says "You know, sociopaths make wonderful underlings"; Glori-Anne Gilbert, as the reluctant vampire stripper who says "I won't lie- -the blood rush is amazing--but I'm in control"; Paul Morris, as the morose ex-priest who says "I'm worried about Heather--she seems to be changing every day"; Ernie Rowland, as the thousand- year-old vampire who shows up to explain the plot, for saying "You're a great danger, Heather"; Leslie Culton, as the would-be stripper journalist who ends up getting sandwiched between two bimbo vampires in T-backs; and Mark Burchett, the writer/director, for doing things the drive-in way.

Three and a half stars. Joe Bob says check it out.