Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heat's the first thing you'd notice. Hell is hot.

You didn't go to hell. You went to purgatory, my friend.

Not wanting to judge but to treat.

We're in a situation...

Come here. Come on.

...and grant him vision.

How the fuck do you know that?

What about you?

And I'm gonna pray every day from now on.

He's gonna make it.

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT

And now I want to do it.

Curt: Thanks, I am pretty awesome

You had a nightmare.

I got balls. And as long as I do, they will remain intact.

Don't worry. We'll do the best we can.

Positive vibes only.

He looks at me different. Glances.

I'm telling you, this won't take long.

He almost killed the events manager.

You're gonna fucking kill me for something I didn't do.

And I am gonna pray like I did the other night.

And He did spare you.

- Yeah, lucky you. - So, what do you got?

Fucking Mormons

I saw on the news about a gangland shooting.

He couldn't take the pain anymore.

You need to talk to someone who deals with this professionally.

Do you think he'll go to hell?

So, what, we're not talking now?

LADY AND THE TRAMP

...where everybody involved knows the stakes.

Just trying to tidy up the place. Go back to sleep.

He deals only with the dead.

Those two guys hated each other.

Almost every night.

That bouncer that sent you back, did he have horns on his head?

Come on. Let's go to sleep.

Psychics are heretics and thieves who practice witchcraft

- His name's Cullen, a psychic. - Get the fuck outta here.

"Tell Tony and Paulie, 3:00."

Or buds for horns? Those goat bumps?

I want to tell you something, Christopher.