Angel Heart

Louis Cyphre:
Are you an atheist?

Harry Angel:
Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn.

Louis Cyphre:
Alas... how terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise, Johnny?

Louis Cyphre:
You know what they say about slugs. They always leave slime in their tracks.

Louis Cyphre:
The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal.

Louis Cyphre:
And yours belongs to ME.

Harry Angel:
Have you ever watched the Mickey mouse club?

Harry Angel:
Well you know what today is? It's Wednesday, anything can happen day.

Ethan Krusemark:
You'd have enjoyed our gumbo.

Pastor John:
I want you to show right now how much you love God! I want you to show as your tithe! I want you to open up your hearts! And open up your wallets! And open up your purses! And give it up! Praise the Lord! Somebody's been talking about me, talking about I've been riding around in a Cadillac! If you love me, and you wanna give to me, then I should be in a Rolls Royce!

Pastor John:
Hallelujah! Permit me to be transmittable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reincarnatable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reproducible, Hallelujah! For His Kingdom is yours! Today! Right now! Follow me! Follow me! Follow me through His peace! Yes! Oh Hallelujah!

Harry Angel:
I gotta thing about chickens.

Louis Cyphre:
They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.

Harry Angel:
I know. In hell.

Harry Angel:
"Louis Cyphere"... "Lucifer". Even your NAME is a dime store joke.

Louis Cyphere:
"Mephistopheles" is SUCH a mouthful in Manhattan.

Louis Cyphere:
No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror, your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.

Harry Angel:
How did he die?

Cop:
Technically? Asphyxiation by his own genitalia.

Harry Angel:
And not so technically?

Cop:
Somebody cut his dick off, stuffed it in his mouth and choked him to death.

Louis Cyphre:
Some religions think that the egg is the symbol of the soul, did you know that?

Harry Angel:
No I didn't know that.

Louis Cyphre:
Would you like an egg?

Harry Angel:
No, thank you. I got a thing about chickens. [Sees Cyphre crunching an egg]

Harry Angel:
What's your name?

Epiphany Proudfoot:
Epiphany Proudfoot.

Harry Angel:
Your mother left you a very beautiful name, Epiphany.

Epiphany Proudfoot:
Not much else.

Harry Angel:
She was doing my chart. I gave her Johnny's birthdate, February 14th. Except someone got to her and took out their own Valentine card. They split her open, and they cut out her heart. I guess she couldn't predict the future for herself.

Louis Cyphre:
The future isn't what it used to be Mr. Angel.

Cop:
You're going to burn for this, Angel.

Harry Angel:
I know. In hell. [Sees his grandson's eyes glowing]

Louis Cyphre:
They say there's just enough religion in the world to make men hate one another, but not enough to make them love.