Hellraiser: Revelations

Vagrant:
There's a form of ultimate arousal.

Nico Bradley:
What? Like sex?

Vagrant:
No, it's better than that. Better than sex.

Nico Bradley:
It's better than sex?

Vagrant:
Sex has limits. So does killing.

Nico Bradley:
The f*** is that suppose to mean?

Vagrant:
This will take you beyond the limits. Places you can't even begin to imagine. Sensual pain.

Nico Bradley:
Hold on. Pain? You mean like bondage and sh*t?

Vagrant:
Let me ask you something. How can we experience ultimate pleasure without experiencing ultimate pain? How can we taste the truly sweet without a little bit of the sour?

Steven Craven:
They're coming.

Kate Bradley:
They?

Steven Craven:
The Cenobites. They don't like to lose souls.

Dr. Ross Craven:
What do they want?

Steven Craven:
They want to experience your flesh.

Pinhead:
You have a darkness that rivals my own, Nico. It will be a very special pleasure to rip you apart.

Nico Bradley:
Hang on, hang on. She opened the box! The girl!

[Pseudo appears]

Nico Bradley:
Steven? Steven, is that you?

Sarah Craven:
Steven?

Pinhead:
Human names, human memories. They have no place, no meaning in our existence.

Dr. Ross Craven:
[after shooting Nico] No one gets to kill you but me, you little f***.

Nico Bradley:
Thank you.

Pinhead:
Fool. We had all we desired. Our appetite was sated. And the eternity of suffering he would've experienced at our hands, would've been more vengeance for you then you can possibly imagine. But your actions have denied us. Denied us that exquisite joy. Now there is a deficit of flesh. Debt is outstanding. And we seek payment.

Dr. Ross Craven:
No. No, please take me.

Pinhead:
No. What few moments that you have remaining will be spent in agony that the indulgence of your own foolish vanity has cursed your wife to unparalleled terrors at the hands of others.

Pinhead:
Unless you want to taste her blood, feel her freshly razored flesh against your own, you'll sit in silence. We have no desire for you.