Cop: Technically? Asphyxiation by his own genitalia.
Harry Angel: And not so technically?
Cop: Somebody cut his dick off, stuffed it in his mouth and choked him to death.
Louis Cyphre: 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. [Sees Cyphre crunching an egg]
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.
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.
Louis Cyphre: "Mephistopheles" is SUCH a mouthful in Manhattan, Johnny.
Cop: You're going to burn for this, Angel.
Harry Angel: I know. In hell. [Sees his grandson's eyes glowing]