Helloooo, classic Hellsing scenario.

1999.

Stephen: Jon, I’m telling you! They rule the night and feast on–

Jon: You’re welcome to sleep here if you want, Stephen. But I’m going home!

Jon (thinking): That man…! The President’s probably been shot, and all he can talk about is vampires! When you can bet he would be upset if we had a Republican in office…

Focus, Stewart. Just get yourself home. Then call Mom; she’ll be worried. Unless she’s asleep…

…huh?

Jon: Hey, buddy, you all right? You look a little unsteady there…