Reaper

Sock: All right, let's talk consistency here. We're talking about a dude made from slime. What is it, snot-like? Spit? Household slime? What?

Sam: So, uh, what did I miss last night? Sock: Oh dude, the bar was awesome. We had a great time. Sam: Yeah? Sock: Yeah. Sam: What happened? Sock: Uh, nothing happened. It was super boring. It sucked. Sam: You just said it was awesome. Sock: Yeah, I chose my words poorly, Sam.

Sam: What is Ted doing? Andi: I put a note on his windshield. It says: "Sorry, I hit your car." Sam: You hit Ted's car? Andi: No. Sam: Who did? Andi: No one.

Sam: Here's an idea, come with. The girls are getting really wasted, they'd be all over a guy in uniform. I can help you out, be your wingman. Not… not to suggest that you need any help. You're a very attractive demon. I'm… I'm not hitting on you, I just… I'm gonna shut up now, I'm gonna sign, that's what I'm going to do.

Ben: Oh wow, did the Devil give you that or my grandmother? Sock: Yeah, maybe you wear that and the soul laughs itself back to Hell.

Sam: Trade? Dad, I don't think you have anything to trade. Mr. Oliver: I have skills, Sam. All the years in advertising, I can use those skills. Sam: I don't… I just don't think you have anything the Devil needs. Mr. Oliver: I've created cartoon mascots to sell cigarettes to kids, Sam. To kids. Tell the Devil that. Sam: That's a good point.

Sock: You ever dumpster dive? Ben: Of course. Remember that shirt I got you for your birthday? Sock: That's a fine grab.

Devil: He's been dating other women. Plural. Twins, to be exact. Sam: What? Devil: Ha. Dirty girls. Slutty. Oh, this player even makes me jealous.