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: Are you an atheist? Harry Angel
: Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn.
: Hey, you ever watch the Mickey Mouse Club? 'Cause you know what today... today is? Today is Wednesday. It's anything can happen day.
] Harry Angel
: I gotta thing about chickens.
] Det. Sterne
: You're going to burn for this, Angel. Harry Angel
: I know. In hell.
: I know who I am!
: What's your name? Epiphany Proudfoot
: Epiphany Proudfoot. Harry Angel
: Your mother left you a very beautiful name, Epiphany. Epiphany Proudfoot
: Not much else.
: Do you speak French, Mr. Angel? Harry Angel
] I'm from Brooklyn.
: She was doing my chart. I gave her Johnny's birthdate, February 14th. Except someone got to her and took out their own Valentine card. They split her open, and they cut out her heart. I guess she couldn't predict the future for herself. Louis Cyphre
: The future isn't whay it used to be Mr. Angel.
: Winesap. You want his number? You want his address? Ask Tess Trueheart over there. It's in the book he's flipping through. It's under "W" genius. Det. Deimos
: You know Ted Williams the baseball player? Harry Angel
: You're crazy. I know who I am. You're trying to frame me. You're trying to frame me. Cyphre, I know who I am. You murdered them people. I never killed nobody. I didn't kill Fowler, and... and I didn't kill Toots, and I didn't kill Margaret, and I didn't kill Krusemark, I didn't kill no-one! Louis Cyphre
: I'm afraid you did, Johnny. Harry Angel
: My name's not Johnny! Louis Cyphre
: All killed by your own hand. Guided by me naturally. Frankly, you were doomed from the moment you slit that young boy in half, Johnny... for twelve years you've been living on borrowed time and another men's memories. Harry Angel
: Hey I wanna tell Winesap cause he knows. Louis Cyphre
: Winesap? Oh he's dead. Nasty accident. Don't worry. No-one will mourn one less lawyer in the world - there's death everywhere these days Johnny. But what gives human life its worth... anyway? Because someone loves it, hates it? The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal. And yours belongs to ME.
: You know, some religions think that the egg is the symbol of the soul, did you know that? Harry Angel
: No, I didn't know that. Louis Cyphre
: Would you like an egg? Harry Angel
: No thank you, I got a thing about chickens.
[Louis takes a bit out of an egg with a dangerous look on his face
] Harry Angel
] Who was the boy?
: [to Izzy as he is lounging on a deserted beach at Coney Island, in what must be early Autumn
] Listen. What do you do around here in the summertime? Izzy
: I bite the heads off rats. Harry Angel
: What do you do in the winter? Izzy
: The same.
: [Declining an offer for fresh-made Gumbo soup
] Cajun cooking kills me.
Dr. Albert Fowler
: Who are you? How did you get in here? Harry Angel
: Through the mail slot.