John Constantine

Lucifer... What took you so long?

— I have something for you.
— Something tells me you're not a flowers kind of guy.

I know I'm not one of your favorites... I'm not even welcome in your house... But I could use a little attention. Please.

— These are all Isabel's things?
— Yeah.
— How about the cat?
— Duck? Yeah, why?
— Duck?
— Oh, you think that's strange.

— I offer no aid to one side or the other. The balance!
— Screw the balance.
— You dare? In my house?!
— Is this neutral? Bullshit! You're the only one still playing by the rules, Midnite. And while you've been imitating Switzerland, people are dying!

You did good, kid!

Welcome to my life.

— Sonny... I've got a whole theme park full of red delights for you.
— Well, aren't you a peach.

— Hello, John. John, hello! You're the one soul I would come up here to collect myself.
— So I've heard. You mind?
— Oh, go... Go right ahead. I've got stock.
— Coffin nail.
— Very fitting, John. You know, when you cut too deep, you cut the tendons... finger movement goes out the window. Let me help you. See?

— So how's the family?
— Family's doing just fine. Busy, busy, busy. Need a vacation.
— Word is that kid of yours is a chip off the old block.
— Well, one does what one can.
— He's in the other room.
— Boys will be boys!
— With Gabriel.
— No accounting for taste, really...
— They have the Spear of Destiny.
— «They have the Spear of Destiny». Or is it another one of your cons?
— Go look for yourself. You've waited 20 years for me... what's another 20 seconds?

— Close your eyes.
— Why?
— Suit yourself.

— You're the one soul he'd come up here himself to collect.
— So I've heard.

— So do I have to take the rest of my clothes off, or can I leave them on? John?
— I'm thinking.
— John?
— On is fine.

— Cats are good. Half in, half out anyway.
— If this is some kind of spell or something... don't you need candles and a pentagram for it to work?
— Why, do you have any?
— This is crazy.
— Yes.

— I never asked to see. I was born with this curse.
— A gift, John. One that you've squandered on selfish endeavors.
— I'm pulling demons out of little girls. Who's that for?
— Everything you've ever done, you've only ever done for yourself. To earn your way back into his good graces.
— Impossible rules, endless regulations... who goes up, who goes down and why. You don't even understand us. You're the one who should go to hell, half-breed.

— Forgot how big it was.
— Two hundred souls passed through this wood and steel at Sing Sing.
— Yeah.