Bobby Shelton:
Who are you?
[the Devil sticks up his thumb, and a flame comes out of it, like a cigarette lighter. He lights his cigar with that flame and then extinguishes that flame by blowing on that thumb]
Bobby Shelton:
My God!
The Devil:
Guess again.
God:
You're impossible.
The Devil:
[straight to camera] Believe me... I'm possible.
[Billy Wayne's contract is about to expire. He finishes a song, and the audience applauds and then chants, "More! More! More!"]
The Devil:
No more.
Bobby Shelton:
I'm flipping out.
[Bobby flips over Harry O. Tophat's card, which was previously blank on the other side; the back of that card now contains the words "YOU'RE NOT FLIPPING OUT"]
The Devil:
[the Devil's car's computer monitor reads the following about Bobby Shelton: "WATCHED OVER BY GOD APRIL 19, 1960"] Sorry, pal. He asked for me. That's the rules: He asked for me; he's mine. And none of your tricks, either.
The Devil:
I love to scare the hell out of people.
Bobby Shelton:
I'd sell my soul to the devil to make it in this business. Just for the chance.
The Devil:
[the Devil "uses" his cigar to turn cooked escargots into live snails] It's the little things I enjoy.
The Devil:
[the "original" Billy Wayne disappears after his contract expires] Things have a way of working out.
God:
You made a deal with the Devil. How dumb could you be?
Bobby Shelton:
I didn't know it was the Devil.
God:
You're not talking to your sixth-grade teacher, you know.
The Devil:
You beat me. You bluffed with a busted flush? How? How did you beat me?
God:
I put the fear of me in you.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
