Garcia: A red Gem! What does this do?
Johnson: Shh! Keep it down. That's a performance enhancer. Very shady. Very, very illegal. Gah!
Garcia: Yes! So, Johnson, do you eat eyeballs too?
Johnson: Perish the thought! It just so happens I'm a fruitarian, thank you.
Garcia: The Underworld has a pub?
Johnson: That's right, and vending machines, too. If you are damned, you're going to need convenient access to drinks pretty much 24/7.
Garcia: Eat this!
Johnson: These human hearts let you withstand the Darkness longer.
Garcia: I'm not even going to ask how that makes sense. So, does Willy always take a big smoky dump in public?
Johnson: Ha! You should see him piss. At least we can keep track of where we've been this way. Demons.
Garcia: Fuck yeah.
Johnson: Now here's a fine mess
Garcia: These demon pubes are blocking the door.
Johnson: Hey! Look up there. There's a switch glowing the same color. Hold on.
Johnson: Where else have we seen that color? Do you reckon taking a walk on the wild side might bring this whole situation into perspective?
Garcia: I fucking hate puzzles. Paula! Please, Angel, wait for me! [Foreign dialogue 00:03:47] Cute trick. Eat Shit! Here we go again. What's that fucker's fucking hand doing here?
Johnson: It's his world. Nothing's out of Fleming's reach, he's literally got a finger in every pie. We're surrounded, G! Wait, we can use these barrels. They're filled with pressurized light. They'll explode. Over there! The door!