[last lines]
Ramirez: [voiceover] After my mother would finish her story, she would always comfort us. "Don't worry," she'd say. "If the Devil is real, then God must be real, too."
Old Woman: Damn. I really wanted you.
Detective Bowden: That was my family on Bethlehem Pike. That was my son! I've been waiting for this moment for five years, all the things I would say to you, and the things I would do. The thing is I forgive you.
Ramirez: When he's near, everything goes wrong. Toast falls jelly-side down, children hit tables, and people get hurt.
Old Woman: You think this will make you good? You're not good.
Tony Janekowski: I know.
Old Woman: You think you can make up for the choices you made?
Tony Janekowski: No.
Old Woman: You think you can be forgiven?
Tony Janekowski: No.
Dwight: [over radio] You sure you're reading that right? Your eyes ain't what they used to be.
Lustig: [in control room] You know what, I'll ask your mom to read it for me next time I got her bent over the console.
Dwight: My mom's 78, have at it.
Ramirez: You're never going to get these people to see themselves as they really are, 'cause it's the lies that we tell ourselves, they introduce us to him.
Tony Janekowski: Take me instead please.
Old Woman: STOP SAYING THAT!
Ramirez: [voiceover] My mother's story would always begin the same way, with a suicide paving the way for the Devil's arrival. And it would always end with the deaths of all those trapped.
Ramirez: [seeing ghostly face on monitor] You see it?
Lustig: Yeah, look, that's just... That's just grain in the image. That's, you know, it's a mistake. It's like when people see Jesus in a pancake or something.
Salesman: Oh, this is not good...
Detective Bowden: Any luck with the elevator company?
Detective Markowitz: They're out of business.
Detective Bowden: I guess that figures.
Young Woman: Turn on the lights!
Old Woman: Whores, liars, cheaters, & deserters: all in the same.
Young Woman: Oh my God! It is you!
Ramirez: You must consider that one of these people might be the Devil.
Young Woman: It feels like something *bit* me!
Salesman: When's the last time you heard somebody say 'hang tough'?
Lustig: [Over radio] What did you say?
Salesman: Nothing.
Lustig: [Over radio] What did you just say?
Salesman: [Taken aback] Um... nothing?
Old Woman: Is he picking a fight?
