Constantine

John, look... I know you've never had much faith, you've never had much reason to, but that doesn't mean that we don't have faith... in you.

— So. Yeah, what do you want? An extension?
— The sister... Isabel.
— What about her?
— Let her go home.
— You're willing to give up your life so she can go to heaven?... Fine. It's done. Time to go, John.
— Yeah.
— The sacrifice. No. This one belongs to me. No. You will live, John Constantine. You will live. So you will have... the chance to prove... that your soul truly belongs in hell. You will live... You will live, John...

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.

— Lucifer.
— This world is mine. In time. You, best of all of us, Gabriel, should understand ambition.
— Son of perdition. Little horn. Most unclean.
— I do miss the old names. Time to go home, son.
— I will smite thee... in his honor.
— Looks like somebody doesn't have your back anymore...

— 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.

I thought I heard thunder last night. Must have been Satan's stomach growling.