I told you. Ignorance still has consequences.

The Broker

You are a mouthy little cunt married to a mouthy little dick. You fit well together.


You won't do shit compared to what I'll do to her if you don't shut the fuck up.


Momma, I don't want to do this anymore.


I just feel...feel like the inside of me is worn away.


Keep shittin' and fallin' back in it, and that's the price you're gonna have to pay.


You have no idea who your husband is.


They say that cheating's not about the other person. It's about you and your need for feeling sexy. Whatever. Being desired. Still, I don't know why that dipshit husband of yours would go out for meatloaf when he's got this at home.


Tomas. Do you know who writes letters? People who don't want to get caught.


Angela: There are things going on in the house, my house. I come down in the morning and all the chairs have been moved away from the table. Or, the bookshelves, all of the books are on the floor.
Father Tomas: Maybe Henry...
Angela: It's not Henry. There are voices inside the walls.
Father Tomas: You know, I have this fan at home, and sometimes in the middle of the night it starts to make these strange sounds like tickatickatickaticka...
Angela: There's something inside my house! I know how this sounds, but I have 400 employees under me. I am not a crazy person.
Father Tomas: I'm not saying you're crazy...
Angela: It's a demon.

Father Tomas: Angela, demons aren't real. They are an invention to explain things like addiction or mental illness. There are no monsters or creatures. Demons are metaphors.
Angela: Do you think I don't know that? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to sit here and sound like this? But there is a presence. I feel it. I'm not even going to try to convince you to believe me. Just come to the house. Just talk to her.

God, for future reverence, isn't the one who works in mysterious ways. You're being manipulated, my friend, in ways you can't even begin to understand. They're gonna love you.