What would you like to be? Prime Minister? Oh, no, wait, I've already signed that deal.
Bargaining for Stanley's soul, most likely referring to Harold Wilson, the prime minister at the time.
The garden of Eden was a boggy swamp just south of Croydon. You can see it over there.
There was a time when I used to get lots of ideas — I thought up the Seven Deadly Sins in one afternoon. The only thing I've come up with recently is advertising.
It's the standard contract. Gives you seven wishes in accordance with the mystic rules of life. Seven Days of the Week, Seven Deadly Sins, Seven Seas, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers —
The latter also directed by Donen.
Release your doo-dahs.
To a pigeon about to fly over a man
In the words of Marcel Proust — and this applies to any woman in the world — if you can stay up and listen with a fair degree of attention to whatever garbage, no matter how stupid it is, that they're coming out with, till ten minutes past four in the morning — you're in!
I lost Mussolini that way, all that work, then right at the end with the rope around his neck, he says, 'Scusi. Mille regretti,' and up he goes!"
Regarding last minute repentance; Mussolini was actually shot.
Everything I've ever told you's been a lie, including that.
Job was what you'd technically describe as a loony.
In the words of Marcel Proust — and this applies to any woman in the world — if you can stay up and listen with a fair degree of attention to whatever garbage, no matter how stupid it is that they're coming out with, til ten minutes past four in the morning... you're in.
All right, you great git, you've asked for it. I'll cover the world in Tastee-Freez and Wimpy Burgers. I'll fill it with concrete runways, motorways, aircraft, television, automobiles, advertising, plastic flowers, frozen food and supersonic bangs. I'll make it so noisy and disgusting that even you'll be ashamed of yourself! No wonder you've so few friends; you're unbelievable!
George Spiggott: I know. "The Bringer of the Light" it used to be. Sounded a bit poofy to me.
Stanley Moon: Here, my ice lolly's melted. You really must be the Devil.
George Spiggott: Incarnate. How d'you do?
Stanley: What a dreary thing to do — I hope you're proud of yourself.
George: It was pride that got me into this. I used to be an angel, you know — up in heaven.
Stanley: Oh yeah, you used to be God's favourite, didn't you?
George: That's right — "I Love Lucifer" it was in those days.
George: Pretend I'm God and now dance around me and sing my praises."
Stanley: [after a few seconds] I'm getting tired can we switch places?
George: That's exactly how I felt!
Stanley: If you're the devil, why didn't you try that vicar over there?
George: Oh no, he's one of ours.
George Spiggott: Everything I've ever told you has been a lie. Including that.
Stanley Moon: Including what?
George Spiggott: That everything I've ever told has been a lie. That's not true.
Stanley Moon: I don't know what to believe.
George Spiggott: Not me, Stanley, believe me!
Stanley Moon: Apart from the way He moves, what's God really like? I mean, what colour is He?
George Spiggott: He's all colours of the rainbow, many-hued.
Stanley Moon: But He is English, isn't He?
George Spiggott: Oh yes. Very upper class.
[George climbs up on a London postbox.]
George Spiggott: I'm God. This is my throne, see? All around me are the cherubim, seraphim, continually crying 'Holy, holy, holy'. the angels, archangels, that sort of thing. Now you be me, Lucifer, the loveliet angel of them all.
Stanley Moon: What do I do?
George Spiggott: Well, sort of dance around praising me, mainly...
Stanley Moon: What sort of things do I say?
George Spiggott: Anything that comes into your head that's nice - how beautiful I am, how wise I am, how handsome...that sort of thing. Come on, start dancing.
Stanley Moon: You're wise!, You're beautiful! You're handsome!
George Spiggott: Thank you very much.
Stanley Moon: The universe! What a wonderful idea - take my hat off to you!
George Spiggott: Thank you.
Stanley Moon: Trees - terrific! Water - another good one!
George Spiggott: That was a good one...
Stanley Moon: Yes! Sex - top marks!
George Spiggott: Now make it more personal... a bit more fulsome please. Come on.
Stanley Moon: Immortal... invisible... you're handsome... you're glorious... you're the most beautiful person in the WORLD!
[Stanley performs a headstand, removes his hat and wipes his brow.]
Stanley Moon: Here, I'm getting a bit bored with this. Can't we change places?