Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Satan:
Gentlemen, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have asked for a higher head count, and well, I'm caving in to their demands. You're all being temporarily re-assigned.

All:
[cheering]

Claude:
Satan, I, for one, am thrilled about this promotion, but [breaths] What's the catch?

Satan:
No catch. I just thought you guys could use a change of scenery.

All:
[relieved]

Satan:
And you will have to vote the way I tell you to in the upcoming union contract.

Claude:
That sounds like a catch.

Satan:
What is it with this guy and the catch? There's no catch, Claude.

Claude:
It sound like a catch. I'm sorry.

Satan:
You know what -- You know what? Hey, you want to play catch?

Claude:
What?

[Satan grabs Claude]

Satan:
You want to play catch? Hey, somebody -- Catch!

[Satan throws Claude out of his lair]

Satan:
What's the matter? Your Dad never played catch with you?