Warlock: Terrified, were they not?
Redferne: Bold words for a man but hours from death.
Warlock: Much can happen in a day.
Redferne: Yet here have you hung for three. Would not Satan have saved you, were he thus inclined?
Warlock: Perhaps he'll save us both, Redferne.
[Redferne kicks the Warlock in the face.] Redferne: I've tracked you my last. Tomorrow shall you die! Never was there a brute more deserving!
Warlock: Believe it upon seeing it.
Redferne: Tomorrow!
Warlock: Tomorrow. (00:06:09)
Pastor: Can I ask what your interest is in finding such a book?
Giles Redferne: Our interest lies in stopping those who would see all good falter. It lies in stopping the powers of misrule from coming of age. It lies in finding that damned book, and thwarting a vile beast of a man who shall not rest until God himself is thrown down, and all of creation becomes Satan's black hell-besmeared farting hole.
Kassandra: You asked.
Boy: You tellin' me you're a witch? You ain't no witch! Witches are girls.
Warlock: Some are men.
Boy: Yeah? So where's your broomstick? Witches fly on broomsticks. Didn't you never see The Wizard of Oz?
Warlock: I need no broomstick to fly.
Boy: Yeah? What do you need?
[Warlock laughs evilly]. (00:38:26)
Giles Redferne: The alter table, he broked it?
Kassandra: Yeah, he "broked" it.
Giles Redferne: My boots work best with ground beneath them - directly beneath.
Mennonite: And we are bewitched.
