This world is mine, in time. You, best of all of us, Gabriel, should understand ambition.

Angels and Demons can't cross over into our plane. So, instead we get what I call half-breeds. The influence peddlers. They can only whisper in our ears. A single word can give you courage, or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare. Those with the demon's touch and those part angel, living alongside us. They call it the balance. I call it hypocritical bullshit.

[flips off demon] For your boss.

[whispering into the ear of a possessed girl] This is Constantine. John Constantine, asshole.

[speaking to God] I know I'm not one of your favorites, and I'm not welcomed in your house, but I could use a little attention, please.

[Constantine traps a spider under a cigarette-smoke filled glass] Welcome to my life.

Heaven and hell are right here, behind every wall, every window, the world behind the world. And we're smack in the middle.

You don't need His protection. It'll be just like the old days.

[as Midnite holds him up against a wall] Is this neutral? Bullshit! You're the only one playing by the rules Midnite. And while you've been imitating Switzerland, people are dying. [Midnite lets him slump to the ground] Two hundred dollar shirt, by the way.

I always denied I could see.

When my sister and I were little, we'd leave messages with light and breath.

Should I take the rest of my clothes off or can I leave them on?

Sonny, I've got a whole theme park full of red delights for you.

So what do you want? An extension?

No. You will live, John Constantine. You will live. You will have the chance to prove that your soul truly belongs in hell. Oh, you will live. You will live...