Cast a Deadly Spell

Hackshaw:
Do you realize how long they've waited for me? Centuries! Millennia!

Lovecraft:
How long is that in dog years?

Hackshaw:
You don't belive in magic?

Lovecraft:
I believe it, just don't use it.

Hackshaw:
Why?

Lovecraft:
Personal reasons.

Hackshaw:
And they are?

Lovecraft:
Personal.

Harry:
I'm going to be immortal, and I'm gonna wear your head as a watch fob!

Hypolite:
If you were sensitive at all, the air would crackle in your ears like wax paper. Things are in flux. The auras are bad. Me, I'm going to Florida.

Lovecraft:
Magic is the way of the future, wouldn't want to buck the future, would you Bradbury?

Bradbury:
If this is the future, I'll take vanilla.

Connie Stone:
Dammit, Phil, everybody's gotta compromise!

Phil Lovecraft:
That's what I keep hearing.

Connie Stone:
And what makes you so special?

Phil Lovecraft:
What makes me special is I'm my own man. When I started out I said there were things I'd do and things I wouldn't do. A lot of guys start out like that, and a lot of them sell out along the way. But the more who fall, the easier it gets. "See, look, everybody compromises, everybody cheats, everybody uses magic." So they empty their ideals out of their pockets and get down to the job of sticking it to their neighbors before they stick it to them, because that's that way it's done. To all of which I say nuts. My collar may be a little frayed, and maybe I need a shoeshine. But nobody's got a mortgage on my soul. I own it. Free and clear.

Olivia:
That's quite a tie.

Lovecraft:
Oh, thanks.

Olivia:
Put up much of a fight?

Lovecraft:
No, I snuck up behind it.

Lovecraft:
What's wrong with my tie?

Connie:
Nothing... if you like vertigo.