(In the Count's room and testing to see if Ingrid is in fact the shapeshifter in disguise when she knocks on the door.)
(to the Count) Since when did Ingrid ask if you were okay?
Renfield
Shapeshifter!
What's going on in there?
(Vlad grabs a stake off the wall and hides behind the door.)
(comes in the room) You idiot. You should've known the real McCauley would never kiss you. You're a disgusting, pale, skinny antique.
(When Renfield blackmails the Count into making him a vampire.)
Very well, I promise to... bite you in... thirteen leap years time.
Renfield
Thirteen years?
Renfield
Thirteen leap years? Hooray! One-nil to Renfield!
(When decorating a room for the vampire themed hotel.)
Do you think this room's scary enough?
[Renfield sees himself in a mirror and yells.]
Renfield
(Laughing) Oh, it's me!
(After Asan and the Draculas drink a vampire victory potion.)
Certainly not! I don't even want to imagine what's in it.
Renfield
Well, I started out with a little dash of pig's bile, then a tiny little squeeze of lemming's liver--
I don't actually want to know what's in it, thank you, Renfield.
(When Renfield is once again trying to persuade the Count to turn him into a vampire.)
Renfield
But I so want to be a vampire, Master. And with all this bother going on, if you were to bite me now I might be able to help, and you were gonna bite me in thirteen leap years time anyway.
(Laughs) Oh, Renfield, Renfield! Is there no limit to the depths of your stupidity? A leap year is made up of four normal years. So thirteen leap years is actually forty! No... sixty! No, that's not right either.
Fifty-two years away and by then, you'll be far too frail and dribbly to bother with.
Renfield
(Sadly) I see. Fooled again.
Well, it's not really that difficult.
(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)
Renfield
When's my birthday, then?
(Long pause as Vlad, the Count and Ingrid exchange blank looks.)
Renfield
And I bet you can't remember my first name either.
(Hastily) Keith!... Nigel?
Renfield
It's Percival. Per-ci-val. Oh, you're all gonna pay for that!
(When Renfield has shut down the defences around Garside and needs a code to reinstall it.)
Very well. Do that computery thing and... and I'll bite you, you snivelling slug!
Renfield
Oh, no. You're not tricking me again. Bite me first, then I'll give you the code. Two minutes.
Renfield
Course I do. Coz you're a big fat liar! Two! Minutes!
Fat?! I'm the same size now as I was back in 1680!
You know, I can't believe I've sold this dump.
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?
Renfield
(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.
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.
PPiers
We are. Made quite a bit of money off that incredibly authentic vampire game, thanks to you.
(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)