Character: John Constantine

- Behind you is a damn death, you pursue the demons and angels. You're the wild Card in the game of Fate.
You're a Seer? Trump?
The Queen of chess.

The people that we cherish, perish.

I just prefer to go it alone. So I don't need to tell anyone how much I lost. But you're not alone...

- You'll beg me to die!
- And beg you to shut up?

Summoning Astaroth banish Beelzebub, remember - one of them in any case remain.

- We had such a company, we were hanging out and only Harry had the car.
- So you used it?
- Well, it depends, right? It can he used us? Bought our friendship?

You done good, kid!

- Balance!
- Screw the balance! You continue to play the balance and the demons sit you in the hallway and pleathora on your beliefs.

I'm not one of your favorites, I'm not even meant to be in your Kingdom, but please take me to your eyes. Please.

- I brought you something.
- For some reason I'm sure that's not a bouquet of flowers.

- John and all my clothes removed???
- ... [John is silent and looks at her chest]...
- John?!
I think.

Two frogs on a bench. I to Midnight.

Come on, I will not help...

Don't get up... I need a wheelchair, then most of the sing sing...