Harry Angel: I know who I am.
Louis Cyphere: No matter how cleverly you sneak up on a mirror, your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.
Louis Cyphre: You know what they say about slugs. They always leave slime in their tracks.
Louis Cyphre: Are you an atheist?
Harry Angel: Yes, I am. I'm from Brooklyn.
Harry Angel: 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 what it used to be Mr. Angel.
Harry Angel: Louis Cyphre. Lucifer. Even your name is a dime store joke.
Pastor John: I want you to show right now how much you love God! I want you to show as your tithe! I want you to open up your hearts! And open up your wallets! And open up your purses! And give it up! Praise the Lord! Somebody's been talking about me, talking about I've been riding around in a Cadillac! If you love me, and you wanna give to me, then I should be in a Rolls Royce.
Harry Angel: What's your name?
Epiphany Proudfoot: Epiphany Proudfoot.
Harry Angel: Your mother left you a very beautiful name, Epiphany.
Epiphany Proudfoot: Not much else.
Louis Cyphre: They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.
Det. Sterne: You're gonna burn for this, Angel.
Harry Angel: I know. In hell.
Harry Angel: Hey, you ever watch the Mickey Mouse Club? 'Cause you know what today... today is? Today is Wednesday. It's anything can happen day.
Louis Cyphre: I have old-fashioned ideas about honour. An eye for an eye... stuff like that.
Pastor John: Hallelujah! Permit me to be transmittable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reincarnatable, Hallelujah! Permit me to be reproducible, Hallelujah! For His Kingdom is yours! Today! Right now! Follow me! Follow me! Follow me through His peace! Yes! Oh Hallelujah.
Louis Cyphre: Mephistopheles can be a mouthful in Manhattan, Johnny.
