Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Eddie:
So it was a Wednesday, you know, and...the spider had me pinned down and was pleasuring itself.

Satan:
Get to the point, Eddie.

Eddie:
Okay, so, anyway, some of the spider's baby gravy mixed in with the pus on my face and got into my mouth. And before I knew it, I was tripping balls.

Satan:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The -- The wine is...spider ejaculate?

Eddie:
No, no, I mean, I ferment it, and then to give it a nice smooth finish, I add human tears.

Satan:
And how exactly would you make it, Eddie, if he were dead?

Eddie:
I -- I don't follow you.

Satan:
[pulls up his demon knife] Excuse me. Just get behind you here.

Eddie:
What? No!

Satan:
Say goodbye.

Dizzay:
No, no, no.

Gary Bunda:
Just jerk it off once!

Claude:
Don't do it, Satan, don't do it! We need our production. It's not for us, it's for them up there. [talking about the real world]

Demon:
Yeah!

Gary Bunda:
Amen!

Claude:
This stuff is so great, it's like meth, but 10 times better. It just gets up inside of your body real good.

[Gary touches Claude]

Claude:
DON'T TOUCH ME, GARY! I'M TALKING!