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-Favorite quotes from Hellsing-

Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing:

"You're too loud, police girl. I don't care if you are a vampire. You're still English; have some manners."

"Just what I expected from a king of vampires. Or a count."

"They have dared to enter this house, built on blood and honour. I will see them roast in the deepest pits of Hell!"

"I really don't care who you are. Just tell me what you want"

"Don't you dare question my resolve! I've already given you your marching orders, soldier! You will search and destroy! Search and destroy! Any resistance you encounter is to be crushed! Hellsing does not run from our enemies - kill them all! I order you to leave nothing but bloody stains in your wake!"

"Don't speak to me! You monster! Now, return immediately! Damn it!"

"I cut my finger. I don't want it to get infected. Kiss it for me."

"Surrender? Run and Hide? Oh yes, and give up. I should give up. That is... what someone like you would say to me. Cowards who could not bare the weight of their own humanity. You pathetic monsters disgust me. Come on! Let's have it!"

"Alucard, take heed. Here are your orders: Your silver gun shall stain the white army crimson. Your iron gun shall stain the black army scarlet. I would know my foes by the stains of red you leave upon their chests! Now, search and destroy! Search and destroy! Run them down! Do not let any of them leave the island alive!"

"Release Control Art Restriction 0. Announce your return. Say the words and release your full power! Now!"

"That is the true face of the vampire Alucard... For blood is the currency of the soul, the vehicle of life. Blood is the medium by which life can be transferred. To drink blood is to take the essence of a soul into oneself. You understand the full ramifications of this now, don't you, Seras?"

"My Count, you have returned."

"It's burning... His whole world... is burning away."

"Now search and destroy! Search and destroy, servant! You have your standing orders! Nothing's changed! Annihilate all forces that dare oppose us. Crush all obstacles that stand before you and push forward! Regardless of what it is; regardless of who it is! Destroy anyone... in your way."

"How ever this has happened to you, I no longer care. You're nothing but my enemy now. You are Hellsing's enemy. You are Britain's enemy. You are nothing a traitor. It is my pleasure to defeat you - to destroy you!"

"Alright. But don't you die. That, I will never forgive."

"Such a good dog. Now play dead."

"Don't leave me!"

"The death rattle of a sad lunatic half a century pass his prime. I hardly think of you as a proper opponent. You needed to be put down, Major. Of that, there is no doubt. For all your talk of humanity, there wasn't a shred of it left to be found in you. Perhaps there never was. You died as you lived, a cowardly beast. A monster's reign of terror maybe bloody and long but it's only a matter of time before they fall. Foolish creature. Mankind is a slave to duty. And there is no greater duty than to purge one's enemy from the earth. Your humanity was but a pale facade. Alucard can't be bested by such impostors."

"I discovered another wrinkle when I looked in the mirror today... When I saw that new wrinkle, I couldn't help but think of Walter."

"You've been saying that for 30 years, Seras, 30 years."

"Of course, you can wait patiently. You're a bloody vampire."

"Were you skulking in here to drink my blood?"

"You're home, my dear Count."

Alucard:

"Nothing I shoot gets ever back up again."

"Why didn't you just drink the blood, you idiot?"

"You fool... there's no such thing as an immortal!"

"Come on, get up! Attack me! You've only suffered the loss of your legs! Summon up your familiars! Transform your body! Heal your severed legs and stand! The evening is still so young. Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry! Pull yourself together - the fun has just begun! Come on! HURRY!"

"We ruin the countries we govern and the people in our care. We slaughter our enemies and sacrifice all our allies. We’ll keep killing till there’s nothing left but to destroy ourselves. It will never be enough."

"If I'm a dog, then you're dog food."

"A sow...? Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God; such fearsome insults! Two thousand years of your inane prattle... truly, some things never do seem to change. You call my master a sow and expect me to let you live? I'm afraid that I'm just going to have to put a bullet in you, you foolish little man."

"The world would be so boring without idiots like you to amuse me."

"Beneath that girlish exterior lies a fascinating and complicated creature. Abandoned to a town of death. Her co-workers transformed into hungry, mocking visages of evil. A sadistic vampire hunting her down with the intention to rape and kill her! It was as close to hell as any mortal could imagine. And what did she do? What fate did she choose!? Giving up is what kills people. Those who refuse to give up are entitled their time to trample upon the weak."

"My lord and master, Integra Hellsing! Give me your orders!"

"My master... It shall be done as you command."

"I am... the bird of Hermes..."

"Here standeth the bird of Hermes! Eating my own wings!"

"To keep... myself tame..."

"At your pleasure, My Lady."

"Nicely done, my nemesis."

"You've become a formidable warrior. I'm impressed."

"Yes... Bring me more. Try to pierce my heart with your bayonets! 500 years ago... 100 years ago... Now, you come back to challenge and awaken me again, my beloved nemesis!"

"Pure silver Macedonian processed mercury ammunition. It marvels N.N.A.9 cartridges. 39cm long, weighing 16kg with 13mm armor-piercing rounds! The Jackal! This weapon is perfect, Walter!"

"You stand before me... I'm impressed. I'm impressed, Iscariot! Show me more, Alexander Anderson!"

"Anderson, stop it! Do you know what that thing will do to you?! You'll become one of God's monsters! Retain your humanity. Don't succumb to power! Either side, it amounts to the same deal: whether in the name of the divine or the demonic, you're still a monster in the end! Do you intend to use that scrap of miracle...to become nothing but a scrap of miracle yourself?! This duel... between us... would you really push it this far - into the realms that lie beyond the realm of mortal life? A monster such as myself... a creature of such weakness that I could not bear the weight of a human life... if I am to be defeated, it must be by a human! ... Don't do it, human. Don't become a monster... a monster like me..."

"You... you fool! ... You bloody FOOL!"

"Who is that? Who's there? ... Oh... Of course... it's me..."

"Lord, I've what not kneel in prayer for salvation."

"Fight! Fight for the glory of your God! God does not help those who kneel before him! God does not save those who pray for mercy for those are not true prayers! Would you beg in the presence of your Lord? Your impiety begs only for death! True prayer is forged in battle! Dazzle your Lord with your prayer, and you shall know him! You shall know Jerusalem! After the tearing, the crushing, the breaking of men's bones, when the fruits of our prayers lie at our feet, God will descend from his throne on high to bring judgement upon his wretched and pitiful servants!"

"Tell me, did your promises come to pass? Where's your God? Where's your kingdom?"

"What's the matter? Answer me, King! Mad King! ... They're all dead. Every last soul, dead... In service to you, and to your promises - for your prayers, for your paradise, for your God! All were sacrificed! ... Enemies and allies, the people you swore to protect, the country you would rule, men, women, old, and young... even yourself."

"Anderson... There was a moment when you could've defeated me. You had your chance. As the sun set on that barren field, on that fateful evening, over 5 centuries ago. I would've let you claim my heart. But now, your moment has passed! You cannot defeat me! Only a human can destroy a monster. Only a human could dare hope to."

"YOU AND I ARE THE SAME! ... You are me... I was just the same! Don't you understand, this is how I became what I am?"

"Until the weight of my past is shattered by my oncoming future. It shouldn't be too long, my nemesis. I'll see you in hell..."

"Angel of Death... Weren't you the one who said Englishmen looked forward to growing old? You've seemed to have abandoned your maturity. Truly a terrible shame, you were such a lovely old man. It pains me to see how wretched and ugly you've become. Your body and soul corrupted. A dark reaper to the very core."

"You know damn well that the two of us are dogs. We don't bark unless we're told."

"Your orders. Give me your orders, Master! I can kill. I can slaughter him without the slightest hesitation or hint of regret. I am a monster in his cage. And you are... Integra. My hand holds the weapon. My sight finds the target. I can chamber the round. I can pull back on the bolt and I can release the safety. But you... It is your will that commands the killing. So... What will you do? What are your orders, My Master? Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing!"

"Yes, My Master."

"Go on. Go to him and kill him. Go put an end to this."

"Remarkable women, don't you think? They are mine now. Mine alone. My dear master to whom I belong. My darling servant, mine to mold. They are lost to you forever."

"Did I make you angry? Get angry! This foolish plot of yours ends today. Eat this!"

"You're back! Well, aren't you a tough one to digest? I always thought you were nothing but shit."

"Walter, you've made yourself a little puppet! Adorable..."

"... And that's checkmate!"

"Yes... It's time to put an end to this dance!"

"That's right. Good try though. Who knew that he would be so useful? But it turns out that dog food will do in a pinch."

"Well, come on then, Angel of Death. Stand up. You're not gonna let this all end with just one punch, are you, kid? Whatever it is you did to change yourself into this, it doesn't seem too reliable. You're not regenerating. You're just wearing that body down to nothing. So what's the plan then? I mean, look at you. You've burned to the height of your power. You're not going to be able to hold that form much longer. So where do you go form here? Back to the old man? Or maybe you'll slip further down into childhood...? Hello, Little Walter! Haven't seen that face in 60 years!"

"What game am I playing? Really? No. This game is all yours. I'm just better at playing, foolish child. The trappings of mortal forms mean nothing to me. I explained all of this to you 60 years ago. And still, you thought your betrayal had the slightest chance of succeeding? Not a very good listener, are you? It hardly matters. When all is said and done, this is really nothing more than a childish squabble. And since your form now so perfectly reflex this, I felt it would be rude not to follow suit. It's the nature of battle - until you defeat what cowers you, you cannot truly become yourself. But, to do that, you must break the shackles that hold you down. Just as I did. Just as Anderson and even the Major did. We have all gone through the metamorphosis you're experiencing. From the moment we met, you wanted to fight me. Otherwise, how could you ever move forward? Would you even know how? Were you afraid of becoming useless? Were you afraid of getting old? Or maybe you were afraid of being forgotten? Little John Bull, don't make me laugh! You're the one playing games! Look at you! 60 years and in your heart you're still the same. Just a scrawny brat. Now, come on. Show me what you've got!"

"Every time I die, this is the vision that greets my eyes. And every time I think, 'How lovely that a sunlight which I forsook so many centuries ago...'"

"I fear I must disobey you. Farewell, Integra."

"Such a violent welcome. What an honor! I feared you've forgotten about me."

"Killing one's self takes some time. And in my situation, there was a lot of self to kill. 3, 424, 867 souls were within me. Clouding my mind, denying me awareness. I butchered them all until only I remained. I have returned here but I'm also always nowhere; it's a conundrum. The truth of it is, I'm everywhere."

"Back forevermore, My Countess."

Walter C. Dornez:

"I highly recommend pissing yourself, followed by a course of praying to your impotent God."

"Now then, it's time to take these children across my knee."

"Trash. The dead are nothing but refuse. And there is no need for anyone to mourn filth. Isn't that right, Integra?"

"What have they done to me? Obviously, I've been captured, brainwashed, and turned into a vampire then forced against my will to turn my friends and masters to bloody shreds. Was that sort of explanation you were hoping for, Seras? I answer to no man's will but my own. I am myself in mind, body, and soul. I am Walter C. Dornez, the Angel of Death, and as the dawn light cuts through darkness so shall I reap each of your souls in bloody turn."

"You're the one who's dead."

"Get up! Stand and face me, Alucard, lapdog of Hellsing!"

"Say the words."

"Integra! Say it! Say the words!"

"You once told me, Alucard, that true immortals don't exist. You might be on to something so let's put it to the test. Let's keep killing you 'til you stay down."

"The Black Hound of Baskerville... Learn to heel, mongrel. So, what's next? What clever little trick do you have for me, Alucard? Offer some proof of your worth."

"Did you forget who made that gun for you? That gun was meant to defeat Anderson. And I'm no Anderson."

"Not yet! It's too soon! I'm not finished. I can't die before I finish killing him."

"You've broken my new toy... Still! I've got you cornered! This is it, Alucard!"

"The heart... It's not over without the heart...! His heart...! Just his heart!"

"It's wrong! No! It isn't him!"

"Bastard! What sort of game are you playing? Answer me!"

"We are the evening's entertainment. And I... just wanted to do something with my time on the stage worthy of applause.

"The show is over, Mina. The curtain's falling, we've taken our bows, it's high time we made our exit."

"Perfect shot."

"Hmm... It's a damn shame. I'd hope to give Alucard a proper sender."

"We had a good run, Master Integra."

Seras Victoria:

"They're not real people. They're like... zombie bumpkins."

"You called him a gnat, didn't you? You called him a gnat! You'll pay for this. You will pay! You're going to pay! YOU'LL PAY!"

"Thank you, Captain. Rest in peace. But not yet... Not yet!"

"I did what you told me. And in return, you're going to help me... send these Nazis to Hell!!!"

"Even if I were about to die, I wouldn't drink a single goddamn drop of your evil blood. I don't want you... inside of me!"

"How does it feel having someone FUCK with your head?! HOW DOES IT FEEL, YOU BITCH!?"

"He told me to drink him in... so that we can win this fight. And now, I think the Captain and I are only getting started."

"I'm not afraid of anything anymore."

"Master, you seem to have grown a mustache." ... "The mustache?"

"Master Integra, you need to go on ahead. Find him. And skewer that little toad. Every word out of his mouth is like poison. If I have to keep hearing it, I'll go mad."

"Together, you and I will slaughter them all!"

"Why is he up there? Well, there's no point moping about. Some of England's greatest women had wrinkles so where's the shame in it? And no more of this talk of dying. I can drink your blood if you like. Hoho. OR I can go all Alucard."

"Frowning makes more wrinkles~!"

Pip Bernadotte

"What was that? Some kind of evil love beam?"

"Oh, the iniquity! Damn you, bourgeoisie! Damn you!"

"I guess that's one more step toward earning my paycheck. Now, where did they put that helicopter?"

"Ah, I almost forgot the most important part... Seras! You must close your eyes!"

"What are you yelling about? There's no where to go, not that I'm letting you leave."

"Face the facts. This place would be our grave, this mansion, our tombstone, our grave-keeper, that cast-iron bitch, Integra. And our epitaph? 'Here lies the bad-ass Wild Geese. They kicked beaucoup the Nazi ass for Queen and crumpets.' But they won't write any of that. Thanks to you, it's going to read: 'Here lie those gutless pussies who died pissing themselves and crying like schoolgirls.' Man the fuck up, bitch! You'll die with honor if I tie you to your damn post! You take the money because you like it and you fight because you like it. And now, you'll going to die like a merc and like it!"

"That's enough of your shit. Stay down."

"Finally stole that kiss. Took you being blind to do it but I got it."

"Hey now, what's with the tears? I had a damn good run, Seras. Now, suck my blood. Take me into yourself so we can win this fight."

"I told you. Don't waste your tears on a mercenary."

"You lost those pretty blue eyes of yours trying to save me... Huh, you lost your arm too. What a waste... Foolish, Ma Cherie. Huh, another time maybe, another place..."

"You're a rare woman, Seras."

"I die so that she can live? Alright."

"That's what happens when you mess with Ma Cherie. She takes your heart."

Arthur Hellsing:

“Integra, there are many immortal monsters who roam this earth. When I look at them, I wonder where they created out of the desire for immortality. Many of them desire war. I’ve seen them roaming the bloodiest battlefields but in their battle cries, I hear a craving. I think they cry out for death... Nosferatu. The No Life King. His castle, his kingdom, its people, his loved ones, even his very identity. Everything was lost. All that remains is a pale shadow wandering from battle to battle. I have come to believe, Integra, that those frightening immortals are, in fact, frail, sobbing children.”