Lucy: The Daughter of the Devil2005

Satan:
[on phone with a deep voice] You are the antichrist. Lucy, you are the -- [chuckles] Is that creepy?

Lucy:
Mm-hmm. So, you're just checking in or...?

Satan:
I'm ordering your, uh, Tequila Sally's uniform.

Lucy:
Right.

Satan:
So, what are you, a 10?

Lucy:
[pissed] A 10?!

Satan:
12? What?

Lucy:
Oh, my -- Oh, my god, I'm a 6.

Satan:
Mmm, I don't think so. I mean, really?

Lucy:
Yeah, I-- I'm --

Satan:
Ah, maybe I don't know women's clothing.

Lucy:
I think maybe you don't. Or women's body types because there's no universe in which I'm a 12.

Satan:
Look. Okay. Lucy.

Lucy:
Yeah.

Satan:
I don't want to order you a 6 and then you're gonna tell me a week after I get it for you, "I need a 10", or, "I need a 12".

Lucy:
That's not gonna happen. That's not gonna happen.

Satan:
Alright, so between now and the time the 6 comes in, you should lose 20 pounds. [chuckles]

Lucy:
Dad!

Satan:
[chuckling] What?