#british demons must shut up
GREGORY:Justwhy the hell are we going back into town?!
ESTELLA:How many times do I need to tell you, you sun-dried scab off a decrepit man’s back?
ESTELLA:We need to devise a plan.
ESTELLA: What you did back there was foolish, unthought, and I’m fairly surprised nobody has you at the end of a pitch forkyet.
GREGORY:Oh, so you can try and throw a couple of joe-soap victims off a bridge, but chasing after them is just tooout of line, is it?
ESTELLA: Perhaps chasing them would be fine, if you hadn’t crushed everything in your path to get to them; you rough, low hanging moose testicle.
ESTELLA:My ways would have been efficient– quick and to the point– but somebody had to make a grand show today, didn’t they?
ESTELLA:Hadfun running around doing whatever you wanted, didn’t you.
GREGORY:I was handling everything just fine, and you knowit.
GREGORY: Maybe if you were better at possessing that chubby, hairy runt, I could have gotten rid of Stanley from the start.
ESTELLA: I’m not the issue you corpulent, bacteria-ridden rodent carcass!
ESTELLA:You know damn well I needed more time to control him than one single day.
ESTELLA:Andyou thought you could do everything on your own.
ESTELLA: You thought, “Oh, if I don’t let that poor old bitch out, I don’t ever have to deal with her superior plan ever again! I’m so ridiculously smart!”
GREGORY: I do not sound like that!
GREGORY: Maybe if the others picked up their slack, I wouldn’t have had to call youout in the first place!
ESTELLA:Oh!
ESTELLA:Oh, I see how it is!
ESTELLA: If you hadn’t let me out, everything would be just sunshine and roses, would it now?
ESTELLA:Is that what you’re saying, you filthy, rancid pustule swell? Is it?
ESTELLA:Ifyou hadn’t left me inside that small testicled man-child, the son of Satan wouldn’t know we’re out here right now!
ESTELLA:It’s your fault any of this is a problem!
GREGORY:Now listen here, you… youuu…!!!
GREGORY:Rrrg!
GREGORY:You better pick a damn side here with what you want!
GREGORY: You’re the dipsy twat who decided to possess anybody at all, and you think it’s my responsibility to take you out of there?
GREGORY:Did you want to stay in him or not?!
ESTELLA: It doesn’t matter what I wanted, it–
GREGORY: Oh, so now it doesn’t matter what you wanted, hmm?
GREGORY:Isthat what I’m hearing for you now?
ESTELLA:Oh, quiet you!
ESTELLA:You plan to improvise if something goes wrong!
GREGORY:You can’t plan an improvision, that’s an oxymoron in of itself!
ESTELLA: You’ve ran out of arguments so you nit pick my words instead, huh.
GREGORY:That’s right!
GREGORY:Maybe if you weren’t so impeccably stupid it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.
ESTELLA:You really are a child at heart still.
ESTELLA:The devil’s out there, and he’s going to be on our tails, and you choose to do this with your time.
GREGORY:We’re still walking, are we not?!
GREGORY:I know he’s on our ass!
GREGORY:We’reawesome at what we do, he’d be a fool not to be!
ESTELLA: That is true.
MIKE: Hey– you’re supposed to be helping people get ready in the make up room.
DAMIEN:What.
MIKE:You’re supposed to be doing your job, per se.
DAMIEN:I’m on break.
MIKE:Break ended five minutes ago.
DAMIEN:Yeah okay sure.
DAMIEN:I could send you to hell right now you know.
MIKE:Whatever, man…
DAMIEN:…
DAMIEN: God I love doing absolutely fucking nothing.
ESTELLA: Is that all, now?
ESTELLA:Did you get everything out of your system, you dog-feces packed rug on a rotten wooden floor.
GREGORY:No, not quite.
GREGORY:Would you mind not dragging the poor sap’s corpse across the pavement?
GREGORY: All that’s going to do is prolong his revival.
ESTELLA:You care about the decency of a corpse, do you?
GREGORY: If we’re walking through a town full of red-neck, american blokes with shot guns at the ready, then yes. I do.
GREGORY:He’s also still our friend, like it or not.
ESTELLA:I do not have friends, you silly bleeding heart of a man.
ESTELLA: You are all nothing more than accomplices.
GREGORY:Oh I’m sure you think so.
ESTELLA:Iknowso.
GREGORY:Y–
ESTELLA:Shut up.
ESTELLA:What are you doing with it.
GREGORY: Carrying him with some decency, you hag.
ESTELLA:I hardly see how carrying it like that will stop very many people from screaming bloody murder, anyways.
ESTELLA:Honestly, it’s a shame you actually have a heart under all of that blubbery skin of yours.
ESTELLA: You’re going to get blood all over yourself, you know.
GREGORY:Donot remind me.
GREGORY:Why do you think I put on gloves.
ESTELLA:Let’s just get somewhere quiet for the night and figure out our next course of action, shall we?
GREGORY:Whatever you say, your highness.
