Crowley: Straight talk. We should be friends, you and I.
Dick Roman: Why? Why in the world would we be?
Crowley: Well I brought you here...Dick. I found the way to open the door to Purgatory.
Dick Roman: To steal every last soul, you mean. You and that angel friend of yours. Don't roofie me and call it romance.
Crowley: I think you've got me wrong.
Dick Roman: Now it's your turn to listen. I'd sooner swim through hot garbage than shake hands with a bottom-feeding mutation like you. You demons are ugly, lazy, gold-digging whores. You're less than humans, and they're not good for much until you dip them in garlic sauce.