Shit.
Would you please leave my testicles alone?
Oh, shit.
[Vomiting.]
I don't care.
Find some more food, find some drink, get drunk, eat some food, move on.
That's it?
[Screaming.]
Ha, reflexes like a cat!
Oh, for God's sake.
I want to go home.
God shits in my dinner once again.
[Vomiting.]
That's your encouraging talk?
Or, you get killed and they get eaten in the forest so none of you have to be sad!
Did you climb on me?
Mm, a bit.
I'm Sypha Belnades.
[Trevor] I don't care...
I don't like your tone.
...A TIRED LITTLE-!
[Screaming.]
Eat shit and die.
Yes, fuck you.
I could pee in a bucket and tell him it's beer.
Sypha...
Well, SHIT.
Please. This isn't a bar fight. Have some class.
Ow.
[Trevor] I'm a nice person. I am! I know how to be nice!
[Sypha] No, you don't.
[Trevor] I do! I'm... nice to everybody!
[Sypha] Then why are most of the stories you've told me in the last few days about you arriving somewhere and then getting punched in the face?
That's because... everyone else is a horrible piece of shit!
See?
What?
Tell it to your floating vampire Jesus here.
Fortunate indeed, then, that I chose not to kill you and eat you, Belmont.
And that I decided against gutting you, flaying you, and turning you into shoes, Alucard.
Such a merry band we are.
Wait, Dracula taught a human woman how to be a doctor?
*Snorts* What was first? Bloodletting?
God, you still think you're funny.
Penises.
Naughty Belmonts. Hunting all the terrible things of the forest, but sitting on a magic door opened by occult language.
I didn't know it was a fucking magic door. Doesn't make us black magicians.
But you know that the word "teloc" means "of death", right?
Shut up.
It's the magical door of death, Belmont!
Are you coming or what?
See? God hates me!
You're a cockwart, Alucard.
Stop it.
...and he's a drunk and he's self-destructive...
Would you please... ugh! You are the most annoying...
Well. That's ridiculous.
I'm armed with a... a stick!
...Where did you land the Castle, Sypha?
Right on top of us!