Alucard: A mildly original plan: instead of inviting aristocrats here to meet them, you invited them here to eat them. But you’re just children — no foresight, no understanding, and certainly no control.

It’s a shame that, with all your breeding and upbringing, you still ended up as trash. You’ll make good company for each other in Hell.

James: What are you talking about? We’re…immortal…