(Vlad is trying to appease Renfield after Ingrid has given him a whole bottle of Backbone potion.)
Come on, Renfield. You're part of the family.
(Ingrid gives him a look)
When's my birthday, then?
(Long pause as Vlad, the Count and Ingrid exchange blank looks.)
And I bet you can't remember my first name either.
(Hastily) Keith!... Nigel?
Ingrid
Susan.
It's Percival. Per-ci-val. Oh, you're all gonna pay for that!
(When the High Council come to arrest Vlad, the Count and Ingrid.)
Ingrid
(sarcastically) Oh, yay! The hippie to the rescue! What're you gonna do, hug them to death?
You know, I can't believe I've sold this dump.
Ingrid
I can't believe you're going to Australia.
I've been given a "Get Out of Jail Free" card and I intend to use it, and where better to start than dining on the descendants of our convict cousins?
(with an Australian accent) Put another bed on the barbie, gobber! That's Australian-ese!
Please tell me you packed that box.
We're taking it to the Himalayas. There's not much oxygen at that altitude. (to Ingrid) You can come with us, if you'd like.
Ingrid
No thanks. I've gotten back my place on the High Council, so I'm off to the old country. I can't wait to bite my first peasant.
PPiers
(enters the room) Or, you could stay here with me.
You might want to redecorate first, it's a little uh... post-apocalyptic.
Ingrid
You're the new owner?
PPiers
We are. Made quite a bit of money off that incredibly authentic vampire game, thanks to you.
Ingrid
What?
Ingrid
(touched) It's what I've always wanted! (hugs Piers) Thank you... a throne of my own.
Well, we'd better get moving. Look after yourself, Dad.
Don't I always? Vlad, Vlad, come here.
(The Count takes Vlad off to the side)
You know I, uh... I used to be embarrassed to call you my son. But now I'm ashamed I ever doubted you. Vladimir Dracula, you have made a very, very old vampire very, very proud.
(They hug)