Johnny Blaze: Um, I know that it's a little awkward. I mean, rolling with you guys. I mean, after everything you've been through... Danny: Dude. You're way cooler than the other guys she usually hangs out with.
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Johnny Blaze: You will tell me or I will eat your stinking soul!
Roarke: You! Worst fucking deal I ever made.
Johnny Blaze: This might be good on a salad.
Johnny Blaze: You will tell me or I will eat your stinking soul!
Roarke: You! Worst fucking deal I ever made.
Ghost Rider: Go home.
Johnny Blaze: This might be good on a salad.
Ghost Rider: Hungry!
Ray Carrigan: What did you do to me? Roarke: I gave you a second chance, you're a little less than alive, now. but also more! Roarke: See, I've given you power. The power of decay... of darkness.
Ray Carrigan: I'm sorry, did that hurt? It looked like it did. Ghost Rider: Sorry, does it hurt? It looks like it does.
Johnny Blaze: Um, I know that it's a little awkward. I mean, rolling with you guys. I mean, after everything you've been through... Danny: Dude. You're way cooler than the other guys she usually hangs out with.
Moreau: Without the Rider, we stand very little chance against Roarke. Johnny Blaze: I thought you were supposed to have faith. Moreau: I do. But also, I think we should have weapons. Johnny Blaze: Guns and wine. Naughty priests. Nadya: I'm starting to like you again, Moreau.
Nadya: Moreau? Johnny Blaze: Yeah. Black, French, alcoholic priest, kind of a dick. Why, do you know him?
Nadya: When you met the seducer, he offered you something. Johnny Blaze: Yeah. My father's life. Shocker, he lied. Nadya: For me, it was only myself. It was suppose to be a big score for Carrigan, but it went bad. I made it out of the third-floor window. I was choking on my own blood. I knew I was gonna die. I could feel it. And that's when he found me. Roarke: You look like you could use a little help. Johnny Blaze: Roarke. Nadya: He promised to take the pain away to save my life. But he asked for something in return. Johnny Blaze: A son? Nadya: Maybe can never understand. Johnny Blaze: No, I get it. You're the Devil's baby mama.
Nadya: I've made a lot of mistakes, Blaze. But Danny... Danny's the one... The one good thing I ever did. Johnny Blaze: Well, that being the case, we had better make sure he doesn't turn out to be the Antichrist.
Moreau: The day of prophecy is tomorrow. We were to hold the boy until the danger passes. Methodius: The danger will not pass, Moreau. As long as the boy exists, the power will always be inside him. Moreau: You lied to me. You lied to me! Methodius: This child must be destroyed. Nadya: No! No! Methodius: You might have protested while the child was being conceived. Now it is too late.
Johnny Blaze: What is it? This thing inside of me? I'd like to know before we, uh, commence. Moreau: Hm. Zarathos was an angel, a Spirit of Justice. Sent to protect the world of men. But he was tricked, captured, brought down to Hell, corrupted. Driven insane. Heh. His mission to protect the innocent was perverted into a lust to punish the guilty. He became the Spirit of Vengeance. Johnny Blaze: Yeah, but the angel, the Spirit of Justice, he's alive in there? Somewhere? Moreau: He could be. Do you feel him? Johnny Blaze: No. Moreau: Cheer up, my man. Soon, you will be free.
Roarke: You wanted to know why I look this way. Think of... a flamethrower. Danny: Roarke: Is that funny? Okay. A flamethrower made of papier-mâché. All that power. But try to use it, you burn up. This body I'm living in, it's weak, human. It's dying. It was never made to things that I can do. But you... you're only part human. You have all the power that I have inside of you. Like father, like son. Roarke: But this corporeal form can wield the power without burning itself up.
Moreau: Respectfully, Benedict, the Devil himself wants this child. Only one place is safe. That is the Sanctuary. The Rider must take him. Benedict: You do enjoy your wine, Moreau. In a few days the winter solstice will be past and with it the hour of the prophecy. Then the boy will be no use to anyone. Moreau: By that time, brother, you will all be dead.
Roarke: You wanted to know why I look this way. Think of a flamethrower. Roarke: Is that funny? Okay. A flamethrower made out of paper-mache. All that power. But try to use it, you burn up. This body I'm living in, it's weak, human. It's dying. It was never made to do the things that I can do. But you, you're only part human. You have all the power that I have inside of you. Like father, like son. But this corporeal form can wield the power without burning itself up. When you accept this gift of love that I've passed on, you will be a force like the world has never seen. And hold in these hands the most unimaginable power. The power to protect your mother. To destroy your enemies. You won't ever have to run again. You won't ever have to be afraid. Oh no. From now on, they'll all be afraid of you. Isn't that what you've always wanted? Roarke: To help you relax. Roarke: That will keep him sedated until the ceremony,
Petr Petrowsky: Sorry, closing up. Roarke: According to the hours posted outside, you're still open. Petr Petrowsky: Come on, buddy. Roarke: I want to rent a car. Petr. Petr Petrowsky: What type of car you like? Roarke: These prices seem a little bit high to me. Petr Petrowsky: Do you want Taurus? I give you a small car price. Thirty-eight Euro a day. Roarke: That the best you can do? Petr Petrowsky: I can throw you in GPS. Deal? Roarke: Deal. Petr Petrowsky: Can I see passport? Driving license? Roarke: You have a daughter. Petr Petrowsky: Yeah. Roarke: Children. We're given such a short time here. The only way we can live on is through them. Petr Petrowsky: Sign, please. Is there a problem? It's a standard contract. Roarke: If there's one thing I know it's contracts. There's no such thing as a standard one. Every formalized legal agreement is at its essence a transfer of power and now the price you quoted to me was 38. Petr Petrowsky: Yeah. Roarke: The small car price. But you've listed the daily rate here as 63. Petr Petrowsky: What? Yeah. Yeah, you are correct. It's a simple mistake. Roarke: Are you trying to defraud me? Petr Petrowsky: Come on, buddy. Roarke: Seems to get harder and harder for people to stick to the terms of agreements these days. Petr Petrowsky: It's just a stupid mistake. Roarke: I want a new contract specifying the appropriate rate. Petr Petrowsky: Look, buddy, we use this contract, yeah? I made a note for this change. Okay? And I give, uh... I give you one day free. What do you say? Roarke: I say the Devil is in the details.
