Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth

The Priest:
You'll burn in hell for this!

Pinhead:
Burn? Oh, such a limited imagination!

Pinhead:
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh.

Joey:
I don't believe you.

Pinhead:
Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.

J.P. Monroe:
Jesus Christ!

Pinhead:
Not quite.

Pinhead:
Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven.

Joey:
Oh, Doc. No.

Camerahead Cenobite:
Have you seen what he did to me, you little b*tch? Have you seen?

Pinhead:
This is my body, This is my blood, Happy are they who come to my sabbat.

Pinhead:
I am offering you a place at my right hand - flesh, power, dominion.

J.P. Cenobite:
Relax, baby. This is better than sex.

Pinhead:
Human dreams... such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. You're so ripe Joey, and it's harvest time.

Joey:
[crying] But this isn't fair! You can't!

Pinhead:
Save your tears. I'll reap your sorrow slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.

Joey:
You bastard! You invaded my mind!

Pinhead:
You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.

Pinhead:
Just give me the box and I'll free you from the future.

Joey:
Free yourself from the past.

Pinhead:
[shouting] Don't debate with me, girl! Just come here and die while you still have the option of doing it quickly!

Priest:
Demons aren't real. They're parables, metaphors.

Joey:
[as the doors open and Pinhead enters] Then what the f*** is that?

Pinhead:
Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key.

Pinhead:
There is no good, Monroe. There is no evil. There is only flesh.

Pinhead:
If you have a quality, be proud of it. Let it define you, whatever it is.