Integra: A few. None with the masked vampire, if that’s what you mean. One with my father, and one with J. H. Brenner.
Pip: Dreaming about an older man, eh?
Integra: We were on a train with a llama, and we were making soup but we ran out of peaches.
Integra: Don’t read too much into dreams.
Alex: Did the whole neighborhood just lose power?
Integra: Maybe more…
What are you doing out so early? People will see–
Seras: Something’s very wrong, Sir Integra! I can feel it!
Integra: Gentlemen, I wouldn’t mind leaving.
But I won’t. Because you would mind.