— Forgot how big it was.
— Two hundred souls passed through this wood and steel at Sing Sing.
— Yeah.
— I never asked to see. I was born with this curse.
— A gift, John. One that you've squandered on selfish endeavors.
— I'm pulling demons out of little girls. Who's that for?
— Everything you've ever done, you've only ever done for yourself. To earn your way back into his good graces.
— Impossible rules, endless regulations... who goes up, who goes down and why. You don't even understand us. You're the one who should go to hell, half-breed.
— You're the one soul he'd come up here himself to collect.
— So I've heard.
— All right, question. How much longer do I have to be your slave, John?
— You're not my slave, Chas. You're my very appreciated apprentice. Like Tonto or Robin. Or that skinny fellow with the fat friend...
— Right. So then why don't I apprentice something besides driving, then, John? John! John! I love our little talks, John!
You're handed this precious gift, right? Each one of you granted redemption from the Creator. Murderers, rapists and molesters, all of you, you just have to repent and God takes you into his bosom. In all the worlds in all the universe, no other creature can make such a boast, save man. It's not fair.
— What were those things?
— Demons.
— Scavengers of the damned...
— No, no. It's impossible!
— And I don't think they were after me...
Yeah, what kind of mental patient kills herself? That's just crazy.