:
What terrible sins I have working for me. I suppose it's the wages.
George Spiggott:
You fill me with inertia.
Stanley Moon:
[reading Faustian contract] "I, Stanley Moon, hereinafter and in the hereafter to be known as 'The Damned' - " The damned?
Stanley Moon:
Well, I suppose Lust and Gluttony really have to be rather near the bathroom.
[reading Stanley's suicide note]
Margaret Spencer:
"Dear Miss Spencer, This is just to say cheerio. Yours Sincerely, Stanley Moon. P.S.: I leave you my collection of moths."
Lilian Lust:
Can you hear my pores breathe?
Lilian Lust:
Hot toast - or buttered buns?
George Spiggott:
Don't let me interfere with your doing away with yourself.
George Spiggott:
You realize that suicide's a criminal offense. In less enlightened times they'd have hung you for it.
George Spiggott:
I'm the Horned One. The Devil. Let me give you my card.
[Searching for change]
George Spiggott:
Oh, um, have you got sixpence? I've only got a million-pound note.
George Spiggott:
You're not wearing nylon underwear, are you? It disintegrates at high speeds.
George Spiggott:
This is the club room. Quite nicely decorated and painted - early Hitler.
George Spiggott:
You see, a soul's rather like your appendix: totally expendable.
George Spiggott:
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...
George Spiggott:
All we need to do now, then, is get it witnessed. Sloth would be best. He's a lawyer.
George Spiggott:
Now, then, what'd you like to be first? Prime Minister? Oh, no, I've made that deal already.
George Spiggott:
You're quite safe. It's only a 300-foot drop.
George Spiggott:
The garden of Eden was a boggy swamp just south of Croydon. You can see it over there.
George Spiggott:
[to Lust] Pick your clothes up. You're due down at the Foreign Office.
George Spiggott:
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.
George Spiggott:
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Everything I've ever told you has been a lie. Including that.
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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!
George Spiggott:
Just putting a tiny little ventilation hole in this oil tanker.
George Spiggott:
Most of the saints throughout history have been a pain in the neck.
George Spiggott:
Job was what you'd technically describe as a loony.
George Spiggott:
Tell God not to go away. I'll be back in a minute.
George Spiggott:
[to God] 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:
[on telephone] Mrs. Fitch?
Mrs. Fitch:
Speaking.
George Spiggott:
Abercrombie here. I work with your husband.
Mrs. Fitch:
Oh, yes.
George Spiggott:
I thought you'd like to know that he's just checked into the Cheeseborough Hotel Brighton with his secretary Fiona. Good-bye.
Stanley Moon:
[dressed as a nun] I love you, Margaret.
Margaret Spencer:
And I love you, Sister Luna.
George Spiggott:
And the magic word: Julie Andrews!
Lilian Lust:
[to Stanley Moon] Will you help me with my buttons? I seem to be all thumbs this morning!
Stanley Moon:
Here, my ice lolly's melted. You really must be the Devil.
George Spiggott:
Incarnate. How d'you do?
George Spiggott:
We've been hit very badly by this peace scare.
Stanley Moon:
[after George Spigott tells him who he is] I know... you've escaped from somewhere!
George Spiggott:
Good evening. I couldn't help noticing that you were making an unsuccessful suicide bid.
George Spiggott:
But suicide, Mr. Moon... Really, really, really. That's the last thing you should do. Don't you think it's taking the easy way out?
Stanley Moon:
Huh! Easy way out? What's easy about it? Look, the bleeding pipe's broken! Can't even manage to kill myself!
Stanley Moon:
You're a nutcase! You're a bleedin' nutcase!
George Spiggott:
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They said the same of Jesus Christ, Freud, and Galileo.
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Stanley Moon:
They said it of a lot of nutcases too.
George Spiggott:
You're not as stupid as you look are you, Mr. Moon?
Stanley Moon:
I thought you were called Lucifer.
George Spiggott:
I know. "The Bringer of the Light" it used to be. Sounded a bit poofy to me.
George Spiggott:
Like you collect moths, I collect souls.
Insp. Reg Clarke:
Can you remember your exact last words to him?
Margaret Spencer:
I think it was "Wimpy Burgers twice, 1 MR, 1 well, heavy on the onions".
Stanley Moon:
[regarding his contract] Shouldn't I sign it in blood?
George Spiggott:
Blimey, you are a traditionalist.
George Spiggott:
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.
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.
Stanley Moon:
You painted a beautiful dream and shoved me into a nightmare.
Margaret Spencer:
Who's George?
Stanley Moon:
He's the Devil. He's not so bad once you get to know his problems.
Stanley Moon:
You're an angel, George.
George Spiggott:
Here's hoping.
George Spiggott:
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