The Priest: Demons aren't real. Theyre parables, metaphors.
Joey: [as the doors open and Pinhead enters] Then what the fuck is that?
Pinhead: There is no good, Monroe. There is no evil. There is only flesh.
Pinhead: This is my body, This is my blood, Happy are they who come to my supper.
Pinhead: If you have a quality, be proud of it. Let it define you, whatever it is.
Pinhead: Human dreams... such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. You're so ripe Joey, and it's harvest time.
Joey: [crying] But this isn't fair! You can't!
Pinhead: Save your tears. I'll reap your sorrow slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.
Joey: You bastard! You invaded my mind!
Pinhead: You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.
Pinhead: [to Joey] I will enjoy making you bleed. And I will enjoy making you enjoy it.
Pinhead: Just give me the box and I'll free you from the future.
Joey: Free yourself from the past.
Pinhead: [shouting] Don't debate with me, girl! Just come here and die while you still have the option of doing it quickly!
Pinhead: Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh.
Joey: I don't believe you.
Pinhead: Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.
Pinhead: Thou shall not bow down before any graven image.
Pinhead: [laughs maniacally and evil] Why resist? You love this as much as I. After all, you made me. There is a world out there, waiting to yield to us. So much flesh, so many different pleasures.
Terri Cenobite: [after being transformed into a Cenobite] I can dream now, Joey. Oh, you wouldn't believe what I can dream of now.
Joey: Oh, Doc. No.
Camerahead Cenobite: Have you seen what he did to me, you little bitch? Have you seen?
Pinhead: Complete the pattern, solve the puzzle, turn the key.
Pinhead: [mocking the Crucifixion of Christ] I am the way!
Pinhead: Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven.
Bum: [referring to the Pillar of Souls] You want it?
J.P. Monroe: [laughs] Is it yours?
Bum: No. Not mine. Yours.
J.P. Monroe: How much you want for it?
Bum: Whatever you think it's worth.
Bum: Exactly the figure I had in mind. Take pleasure in it.
Pinhead: [after exploding through the door of J.P.'s upstairs room and descending the stairs to meet the bar's unsuspecting patrons] Shall we begin?
Pinhead: I am offering you a place at my right hand - flesh, power, dominion.
Pistonhead Cenobite: Relax, baby. This is better than sex.