Erin: I don’t even know what this is, but by golly is it pretty!
I haven’t found any Integra-brand businesses around the new apartment…but then, I only just got here. Have a week’s worth of Sunday strips while I get used to the area (and finish knocking together some of this IKEA furniture).
Erin: Did I say I was moving? I meant to Seattle! (Thanks, Google Maps!)
Stephen: W-who would you get to [gulp] control me?
Seras: Again…that’s all up to Sir Integra. Speaking of which…
Jon: …don’t know if anyone can be trusted with the power, quite frankly.
Integra: He’ll do.
Man in Shadows: Your daughter was sent off to be a distraction for Alucard. In spite of her training — directly from me, and there is none better — her skills are still no match for his.
Even if she realizes this, she will not run away, Not because she is unintelligent, but because her loyalties run deep. Just like her father, prepared to betray his country for a girl he had never met.
It hardly seems sporting to hypnotize people like you. You are so easily manipulated already, with nothing more than a thorough study…
…of the psychology of the individual.
[Limited release complete. See you next time…]
Seras: Hurt? Well…yes. But only at first. And after that, only your pride.
We can put you on a leash. Lock up your most dangerous powers, and place your fate in the hands of someone who can keep you under control.
Mr. Colbert…The welfare of my country comes first. It has to.
But I’m not lying when I say I care about you. And you’re right. We could leave you here. But there would be a catch. For everyone’s safety — including yours. Will you be all right with that?
Stephen: What do you think? You’re not the only one with a Nation to take care of. …It won’t hurt, will it?
MiS: Tsk, tsk. Weren’t you raised with better manners than that?
Walter: You have my presence. If you want my civility, show me that my daughter is safe.
MiS: I’m sorry, Walter…
…I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Man in Shadows: Angel of Death. Hello.
Walter: So this is what Millennium is reduced to. Can’t even afford decent lighting.
MiS: …It’s dramatic.
Walter: I’m sure. “How many Nazi vampires does it take to change a light bulb? Nobody knows. They’ve never managed it.”
Agent: Sentimental nonsense. Your “good parenting” has gotten you imprisoned, strung up, and helpless.
Walter: It’s not over yet. If my little girl is dead, I’ll tear this place down. And if not, then Sir Integra will do the job.
Agent: Tell it to the Man in Black.
Or did I just blow your mind?
Stephen: All of this is just a fancy ploy to get me to agree to leave the country with you! You still haven’t spilled my secret to the news. I could go right back to my job tomorrow, with nobody the wiser.
If you really cared about me, that’s what you would do. Set me up with a food supply in the city, and leave me here. That’s what I need, not any of this nonsense about “figuring out who I am.” I already know. I’m Stephen Colbert of The Colbert Report. That ought to be more than enough for anyone.
Seras: You realize you’d be clinging to denial?
Stephen: You realize “denial” is just an anagram for “nailed”?