Cogliostro:
The war between Heaven & Hell depends on the choices we make, and those choices require sacrifice. That's the test.
Clown:
I love the smell of burning asphalt in the morning.
Clown:
You're dead. D-E-D. Dead.
Clown:
I say destroy the cosmos, ask questions later.
[
after defeating the Clown]
Spawn:
Give my regards to your boss. Tell him he's next.
Spawn:
You sent me to Hell, Jason! I'm here to return the favor!
Clown:
Ooh. Burnt man walkin'.
Jason Wynn:
You don't quit us, son. We are not the U.S. Postal Service.
Clown:
[
as Wanda] You pansy bacon crisp!
Spawn:
[
after he sees his wounds heal for the first time] Daaaamn.
Cogliostro:
[
to Violator] All right, you oversized gecko. Come and get your throat cut.
Zack:
Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's.
Spawn:
Thanks, kid. That makes me feel *much* better.
Clown:
Wynn and Wanda sitting in a tree, S-U-C-K-I-N-G
Doctor:
What have we got?
Paramedic:
[
about Priest] Gunshot wound to the head doc.
Doctor:
Eh, she's dead.
Clown:
[
while acting as a clown at Cyan's birthday party] I've got more tricks than a hooker!
Clown:
If you strike oil, half of it is mine.
[
first lines]
Cogliostro:
The battle between Heaven and Hell has waged eternal, their armies fueled by souls harvested on Earth. The devil, Malebolgia, has sent a lieutenant to Earth to recruit men who will turn the world into a place of death in exchange for wealth and power, a place that will provide enough souls to complete his army and allow Armageddon to begin. All the Dark Lord needs now is a great soldier, someone who can lead his hordes to the gates of Heaven and burn them down.
Al Simmons:
You son of a bitch. You knew what was going in all along.
Jason Wynn:
I do believe he's catching on.
[
Jessica hoses Al down with flammable liquid]
Jason Wynn:
Enjoy your retirement, old friend. Oh, and by the way, don't worry about Wanda. I'll take good care of her.
Al Simmons:
You touch her, and you're a dead man.
Jason Wynn:
You're the dead man.
[
Wynn throws cigarette on Al and he catches on fire]
Jason Wynn:
See you in hell, Al.
Clown:
[
farts] Oops. A wet one. I hope I didn't stain my underwear. Look at that. Skid marks.
Clown:
In the name of the people and things of Hell, I dub thee... Spawn, general of Hell's armies. Arise, Your Crispness! Arise, Duke of Deep-Fried! Sultan of Sizzling! Emir of Ooey-Gooey!
Spawn:
Aren't there any normal people left on Earth? Or is everybody just back from Hell?
Jason Wynn:
[
to Clown] When the all the world is mind, I will personally fry your lard-ass.
Spawn:
Aah! Feels like my skin is about to explode.
Clown:
That's just your viral necroplasm going through its larval stage. Pretty soon you're going to get hair in funny places, and you're gonna start thinking about girls. Ha! Getting a chubby, studly? A half guy, semi?
Spawn:
Just get me to a hospital.
Clown:
A hospital? Have you looked in a mirror lately, burnt man walking? Even the entire cast of "E.R." couldn't put you back together again.
Spawn:
[
imitating Jimmy Stewart] "Uh, well, well, every time someone farts, a demon gets his wings."
[
farts twice]
Spawn:
Oops, twins.
Spawn:
God.
Clown:
[
covering ears] Aah! Did you have to use the "G" word? La la la la la la.
Clown:
I'm gonna cut you into 50 pieces and mail you to every state.
Jason Wynn:
He killed Priest! He damn near killed me!
Clown:
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Spawn:
What... is this?
Clown:
Ooh, boy you are tied to that track and that stupid train just kept running over you now, didn't it? Running over you.
Jessica Priest:
It's a little early for Halloween, Simmons.
Spawn:
Where you're going, every day's Halloween.
Clown:
Oh, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. Bad crispy! Bad crispy! Clown not like.
Clown:
Come on, my barbecued friend. Don't want to keep that side order of potato salad waiting, now do we?
Clown:
Why do you people always question? Why ask why, when *how* is so much more fun?
Clown:
[
in cheerleader get-up as he watches Cyan] What a pretty little dress. I wonder if she's it in my size?
[
begins cheering]
Clown:
Spawnie, Spawnie, he's our man, if he can't kill 'em, no one can. Yay, Spawnie! S to the P to the A to the AWN, S to the P to the A to the AWN. Go, Spawnie, go Spawnie.
Jessica Priest:
Looks like I'm up for a promotion.
Al Simmons:
You wipe his ass, too?
Spawn:
What are you looking at, old man?
Cogliostro:
You tell me.
Clown:
How come God hogs up all the good followers, and we're left with the retards?
Clown:
[
to a group of would-be Satanists] Shocked and amazed at the wonders of necroflesh? You're not alone. For a limited time only, you too can have this handsome epidermis for the eensy price of your soul and a buttload of pain.
Clown:
The master and I are going to have words. He knows I hate clowns. God, I hate them. I hate them all. I hate Bozo, Ronald, Chuckles with their freakin' dumb noses and their lousy party hats! Arrgh! I don't mind being short, fat, and ugly, but the pay sucks!
Spawn:
[
to Cogliostro] All right, Yoda, just hold on.
Clown:
No more clowning around. I'm not the Vindicator or the Victimizer or the Vaporizer or the Vibrator! I'm...
[
shouts]
Clown:
The Violator!
Spawn:
You filthy little piece of vermin. What makes you think I would join your army? You can take that army of yours and shove it.
Clown:
Sounds like a country song.
[
singing]
Clown:
"You can take that army of yours and shove it. You can take that..."
[
stops]
Clown:
Uh-oh. You've got that, "I want to beat the fat little man" look in your eyes.
Clown:
Open wide and say, "AAH"!
Clown:
[
imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger] You have been violated little girly man.
Cogliostro:
This is just what they want. You're playing their game.
Spawn:
[
cocks his gun] Then I'll play dirty.
Cogliostro:
Guns are useless.
Spawn:
You got a better idea?
Cogliostro:
[
runs circles around Spawn and wraps chains around Spawn as well] I might.
Clown:
[
after Spawn cuts off his head] You're gonna pay for this. It's not over yet. I'll gum you to death. I'll bite you.
[
tries to pick his head up with his tongue]
Clown:
Hey, Wanda, how do you think of my little head, huh?
[
the rest of his body melts as well as his head]
Clown:
This is your last to join up. Think about it. Come on.
[
his head continues to melt]
Clown:
You'll pay for this.
Spawn:
NO!
Clown:
Oh, come on. You scream like a girl. Do it like this.
[
high pitched]
Clown:
AAAH! Someone's a little angry 'cause they died and went to...
[
singing]
Clown:
/ Hello, my mutant, Hello, my carcass, Hello, my bug-infested corpse. /
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