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