The Man: Where was God? He could have stopped it. Instead he fucked you and made you feel guilty. Me, I don't do guilt.
Jericho Cane: Who the fuck are you?
The Man: Oh, I think you know who I am. You just don't want to believe it.
[about God]
The Man: Let me tell you something about Him. He is the biggest underachiever of all time. He just has a good publicist, that's all.
The Man: [to cardinal] For a thousand years you've waited for my return. Behold, you have failed. And with your dying breath, you will bear witness to the End of Days.
Jericho Cane: They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Jericho Cane: Take it easy... we're the good guys.
Jericho Cane: Sky Two, get the fuck down here, now!
Christine York: I've seen him in my dreams. They're nightmares, really. In the dreams, he takes me, and makes love to me.
The Man: [speaking to Christine] You think I came here to hurt you? I didn't come here to hurt you. I came here to love you. Give yourself to me.
Jericho Cane: Easy on the hardware.
Jericho Cane: I found something.
Bobby Chicago: Can you see what it is?
Jericho Cane: His tongue. He must have cut it out himself.
Bobby Chicago: Okay. And why is it someone would cut out their own tongue?
Jericho Cane: To keep from talking.
Bobby Chicago: I didn't realize you knew where the public library was, let alone had a library card.
Jericho Cane: Fuck... you!
[throws Satan out of a few-stories-high window]
Jericho Cane: They're not real.
The Man: Would that matter?
Jericho Cane: Oh, yes.
The Man: I think you need a reminder of how painful reality can be.
The Man: [to police guard] The scent of the young boys you seduce still clings to you. Do not forget who it is you serve.
[Chicago and Jericho find a pentagram traced in red]
Bobby Chicago: I don't think this is paint.
