Alucard: What are you supposed to represent?
Llama: Do you expect everything in a dream to have some kind of deep meaning? This is the fritterings of a real subconscious, not an overused plot device.
Alucard: I suppose that makes sense.
Alucard (thinking): So, “Master”, can you be constantly strong, or will you collapse? There’s no better time to find out than now, with your defenses down.
Your true character will be revealed by what’s in your dreams…
Alucard (thinking): …A talking llama.
Alucard (thinking): When you killed your dog of an uncle, you looked like a worthy Master.
Now you just look like a fragile, shaking little girl.
Not that appearances can’t be deceiving.
Integra (thinking): You are Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing. You do what you must.
Don’t look back. Don’t doubt.
Stop worrying. Go to sleep.
Alucard (thinking): Sweet dreams…
Yes, that’s an actual book.
[Shirt: The Cardinal Ratzinger Fan Club]
Enrico (thinking): Hmm…maybe I should just get everybody shirts.
Alex: You wanted to see me, Maxwell?
Enrico: Yes, Alex. Come in. I went online to do some early Christmas shopping, and found this.
When were you going to tell me about this?
Alex: Why would you need to know about my book on grilling?
Enrico: So that I don’t have to find these things out through Amazon!
Integra is fourteen. She just finished signing bonuses to families of soldiers who died this year. It’s the first time she’s had this responsibility.
Next, she has to predict what allocation of money will result in the fewest people dying next year. Again, it’s the first time she’s had to do this. She’s repressing a lot.
Walter: Sir, I think the most advisable thing for you to do now is to go to sleep. It’s late, you need to keep your health, and you’re ahead of schedule.
Furthermore, it is Christmas Eve…
Integra: Fine. Dismissed.
Walter: It may help you sleep to know that experimental weapons requests made during the year will not be tallied against arms costs.
Integra: That’s what I’m talking about.
Integra: I’m about to start reviewing next year’s budget. What preliminary advice can you give?
Walter: Sir, I don’t think it’s my place–
Integra: Walter! Your experience and your loyalty are invaluable to me. It will not undermine my authority if you give advice when I ask for it.
Walter: In that case, you’re far too young to smoke.
Integra: Stick to the budget, please.
Yes, it’s another flashback.
Walter (phone): Yes, Sir Integra?
Integra: I’ve signed off on the Christmas bonuses. Come pick them up.