Jimmy: Is this the part where bad cop makes an empty threat? Mel: No, Jimmy. This is the part where you give me the word, or I melt you into a puddle, wipe you up, and throw you into the trash.
Hildegrim: I could guide you there if you like, but you understand my services come at a high price, too. Harry: Oh, let me guess, one of our souls? Hmm? Perhaps possession of our bodies for a day? Hildegrim: What? No, weirdo.
