The Devil's Advocate1997

Kevin:
This is some pitch, all this. You must need me pretty bad. What do you want?

Milton:
Well, Eddie was right, I want you to take over the firm; you and your sister.

Kevin:
Is that it?

Milton:
No. She's ovulating... right now.

Kevin:
What?

Milton:
Your vanity is justified, Kevin. Your seed is the key to a new future. Your son is gonna sit at the head of all tables, my boy. He's gonna set this whole thing free.

Kevin:
You want a child.

Milton:
I want a family.

Kevin:
The Antichrist.

Milton:
[scoffs] Whatever.

Kevin:
But I have to volunteer.

Milton:
Free will, it is a b*tch. Kevin, I need a family. I need help, I'm busy. Millennium's coming soon. Title fight! Round 20. Ooh, I'm ready to work. What do you say, Kev?

Kevin:
What're you offering?

Milton:
We negotiating?

Kevin:
Always.

Milton:
Yes!

Kevin:
What're you offering?

Milton:
Everything. Anything. What do you want? How 'bout bliss for starters? Instant bliss, bliss on tap... bliss any way you want it. How about that first line of cocaine? That walk into a strange girl's bedroom? Familiar?

Kevin:
Oh, you're gonna have to do a little better than that.

Milton:
I know. I'm just getting warmed up. You want more, don'tcha? You deserve more. How about the thing you love the most? Smile from a jury? Ooh, that cold courtroom just giving itself over, bending to your strength.

Kevin:
I get that on my own.

Milton:
Not like this. I take the bricks out of the briefcase. I give you pleasure, no strings! Freedom, baby, is never having to say you're sorry. This is revolution, Kevin. Viva la causa.