Favorite Reaper Quotes
Sam: Do I have to go to Hell now?
Devil: Now? No, no, no, not now. You're gonna work for me now in the Earthly Realm.
Sam: You mean, like, kill people?
Devil: Wow. You're a real pessimist. Of course you won't be murdering anyone. You're just going to bring escaped souls back to Hell. You know, like a bounty hunter. That's cool, right?
Josie: You are leaching off your mom, and you are actually defending it.
Sock: She's a mom, Josie, she likes it. It's awesome for her
Sam: Give me the vessel.
Devil: No, no, no, no. I do not like this tone at all. What's the problem?
Sam: Ted wants to promote me to assistant manager of the plumbing department.
Devil: Promotion? Well, congratulations! Make sure you get the 401(k).
Sam: No, no, don't congratulate me. He's saying that I'm going to spend the rest of my life here at the Work Bench.
Devil: You know, I don't get you, Sammy. You don't want to work here at this place, you don't want to work for me. What exactly do you want?
Sam: Just something that doesn't suck.
Devil: Well, one of these days, maybe you'll come up with a little better plan than that, huh?
Sam: Give me a bite of that. No, no, I need you to feed it to me.
Sock: What?
Sam: I'm starving, okay? Everything I put in my mouth ends up covered in bugs.
Sock: Oh nice. So bugs, huh? You think that's the work of, uh, El Diablo?
Sam: It must be. Time to collect a soul that's escaped from hell. I just wish the Devil would do it in a less disgusting way
Ben: I want a salad.
Sock: Uh, no. Sorry, I'm not going to order you a salad. That's a chick order.
Ben: I want a salad.
Sock: You're not getting a salad.
Ben: We always do this.
Sock: Do what? Do what?
Ben: Do this.
Sock: What? You always order a salad? I don't know. You're getting the chicken midgets!
Ben: Fine.
Sock: And a side salad, okay? You can have a side salad.
Ben: Thank you. Appreciate it
Winston--you're one freaky ass bird, who scared the crap out of me, and now I can't be comfortable around birds ever again. I hope you know that
Ben [to the dove]
I'm, ummm... Bert Wysocki, but everyone just calls me "Sock." I think it's because I fit like a glove, you know
Sock
Isn't Nature magnificent? Beautiful, angry, soothing, merciless. It's perfection, don't you think? Gotta give... whatshisface credit
Devil
Sock: No, I am grown up, Jose. I can drink, and I can vote.
Josie: When the hell have you ever voted?
Sock: Unimportant
Sock: The password is "Grumpy."
Sam: I don't want to know.
Sock: The cat that we had, you sicko... No, I'm kidding, it's totally a name for my junk
Ted: You have broken the most cardinal rule here at the Bench. A bloodied customer is not a happy customer.
Sam: Ted, it was an accident. I'm really really sorry.
Ted: The question is, what is the appropriate punishment?
Sock: Well, if you wanted to be really mean, you could make us work here, wear ugly blue aprons day and night, that would suck
Sam: Wait a minute, so people can break out of Hell?
Devil: Yeah. That's a problem we've been having lately, what with overcrowding and so forth. Honestly, we were underprepared for the influx. I blame myself. But that's not your problem. All you have to do is track down fugitives and haul their asses over to a portal to Hell. Easy.
Sam: What do you mean by portal?
Devil: Well, any place that seems like Hell on Earth, is Hell on Earth, you know? The DMV on Union Street? Yeah, drop off a fugitive, renew your license. I'm all about the perks.
Sam: Oh, my God.
Devil: Hey, kiddo, it's okay. I've seen how this all ends. Don't worry, God wins
