Transcription: No, Ringfield, I am finished. Over. I'm a has-been. O-B-E-R. But, master, you're Dracula, son of Dracula. You've been the reigning prince of darkness for over 700 glorious years. 700 lonely years, Ringfield. Lonely, master? Lonely? But I thought you were happy living... I mean dying. I mean existing all those years. I thoughtare having fun. Fun? How would you like to go around dressed like a head waiter for the last 700 years?