[
Looking around his personal Hell dimension]
Djinn:
All right. I understand. You've had a tough day. I can see how this could get a little depressing in here, couldn't it? This place isn't exactly happy.
Gregory:
You won't succeed.
Djinn:
Who's going to stop me?
Gregory:
God will stop you.
Djinn:
God has nothing to do with this.
Gregory:
God has everything to do with this. Be gone, Satan!
Djinn:
I think you have your demons mixed up, Father.
Tillover:
How does a week in the hole sound?
Djinn:
A week, is that the best you got? I was once in a hole for 3000 years, this should be a breeze.
Tillover:
That's my order. My wish, is to slow dance with you, for one minute, Compton style!
Gries:
What do you want?
Djinn:
Your soul.
[
pause]
Djinn:
And a pack of cigarettes.
Pushkin:
You want to break heads? I can break heads.
Osip:
Everybody needs help... even the devil.
Osip:
What the hell kind of devil are you?
Djinn:
I claim that which is owed.
Djinn:
Evil never dies.
Leftmost Inmate:
Hey Wishmaster, you some kinda Wishmaster or sumthin'?
Djinn:
Welcome to my world, Morgana.
Morgana:
Where's Gregory?
Djinn:
Where's he's always wanted to be. Behold the man.
[
points to crucified Gregory]
Djinn:
What good is your faith now?
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