Sam Oliver Quotes
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
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?
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
Sam: You stole mail?
Sock: Yeah.
Ben: Sock, that's a felony.
Sock: Well, come on now, there's a fine line between committing a felony and doing something really cool.
Ben: That's true
Ted: I see a spark of the old me in you, Sam.
Sam: Please don't tell me that
Devil: Look at that badass.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Devil: You man, you. The way you faced off with that soul. "Are we gonna do this hard way or easy way?" Ooh, I got chills. Seriously
Ben: Well, did the Devil give you instructions, a manual, anything?
Sam: No, the Devil just pretty much sets me up for failure.
Ben: Yeah, well he is the Devil
Sam: Yeah, you know, I've been thinking about that. I don't think I'm the guy who should be taking on the forces of evil.
Devil: No?
Sam: I know you own my soul and all, but I think the world would be better off if I worked for you in a lesser capacity.
Devil: Such as?
Sam: Well.. I haven't come up with the full plan or anything. Maybe I could get the word out, you know, be a recruiter. I could start my own Satanic web site, with evil design and then have really cool devil graphics or something.
Devil: Business is booming, Sam, I don't need any help with recruiting
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
Sock: Hey, where's the truck going?
Sam: Delaware.
Sock: I approve, good.
Ben: You're an idiot, Sam. And the Devil's going to kill you when he finds out.
Sam: Well, I hope he won't find out.
Ben: Well, isn't he all-knowing and everything?
Sam: Ben, can you find Delaware on a map?
Ben: Well, you make an excellent point
Sam: I'm good at stuff, okay. Other stuff. Right?
Sock: Yeah, you do rock the house at Guitar Hero.
Sam: That's what I'm talking about
Sock: Can you turn your head all the way around?
Sam: Sock, I'm not possessed.
Sock: Yeah, okay.
Sam: My parents sold my soul to the Devil and I'm a bounty hunter for Hell. Totally different.
Sock: Have you even tried to turn your head all the way around?
Sam: Yeah, it totally doesn't work
