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Crowley:
I'll cut to the chase, Mr. Roman.

Richard Roman:
Please. Dick.

Crowley:
Dick, you and I control large interests that I feel strongly could meld, to the benefit of all.

Richard Roman:
You think?

Crowley:
I know. Straight talk, we should be friends, you and I.

Richard Roman:
Why? Why in the world would we be?

Crowley:
Well, I brought you here, Dick. I found the way to open the door to Purgatory.

Richard Roman:
To steal every last soul, you mean. You and that angel friend of yours. Don't roofie me and call it romance.

Crowley:
I think you've got me wrong.

Richard Roman:
Now it's your turn to listen. I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you. You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You're less than humans, and they're not good for much 'til you dip 'em in garlic sauce. I'd never work with you, Crowley. In fact, if I wasn't busy with better things, I might actively wipe your kind from the face of the Universe. And you'd deserve it. Are we clear?