Andre: I'm afraid I can't free you, my dear boy, because I'm not your Uncle Tony. I'm your Uncle Andre.
Johnny: Uncle Andre? But you're dead.
Andre: While I was alive, I made some unfortunate choices. So when Abigail struck me over the head with that urn, there was no destiny for my poor, corrupted soul other than to become the indentured servant of Mephistopheles. He sent me to take care of you.
[Johnny closes his eyes]
Johnny: This isn't happening. You aren't real.
Andre: I'm sorry to disillusion you, my dear boy, but I am very much still here.