You saw the levels of what was available yesterday, right? When we get there, I want you to tell me if it's still at the same level you left it. I have a theory, but you need to prove it right or wrong.

[His hair is so much better than horse shit, Trevor Belmont.]

You can't control what an injury does to you, especially when it's something internal that none of us can actually see. Don't give it another thought.

[Alucard pauses, then looks back at Trevor, slightly mortified with word choice.]

That could have been said better.