Johnson: Oh, fudge! What am I talking about? This is what caused those tremors! This is a melody of death! Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god god god god!
Garcia: Why should I be afraid of a few puny earthquake...what the hell?
Johnson: Are you afraid of that!?
Garcia: Shit! It's nice to be noticed, eh?
Johnson: No! Stronger demons require a constant supply of human blood, which they store in special repositories on their bodies. They're a source of great power, but also an exploitable weakness.
Garcia: Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve.
Demon Voice: Welcome!
Garcia: I understand why brains and eyes are on the menu...but why do demons like strawberries?
Johnson: You don't know about strawberries? They're demon fruit, G. Fleming's idea of a practical joke on the world of the living. They're made of ground-up tongues.
Garcia: That's disgusting!
Johnson: That's not the half of it. You thought "pop her cherry" was just a figure of speech? Hmm, that fellow looks like a VIP.
Garcia: Very important pendejo?
Johnson: Something like that. Fleming gives his favorite souls special treatment. People who exited the world of the living in style.
Garcia: So not all demons are damned?
Johnson: Oh, everybody's damned. The VIPs are just comfortably damned. Little perks here and there.
Garcia: Such as?
Johnson: They get to keep their genitals.
Garcia: Cabron! I'm coming, baby! Fucking crazy world. Magnifico. More demon pubes.
Johnson: Let's find some Darkness that gives us a clear shot at the switch. A hand that barfs darkness. And they said this neighborhood was gentrifying.