Emily P: Aldus! It's not you we want, OK? I can protect you. We can help each other! [puts down her weapon]
Aldus: [drops his gun] Of course it was you. [jumps off the roof]

Emily P: Howard, the people who run that school are still out there. If you won't confront the truth about your wife, we can't stop them.
Howard A: The truth? What good did the truth do him when he found out? When he found out about you, he lost everything -- his wife, his daughter, everything. You were the one who said maybe love seeing someone for who they'd rather be.
Emily P: I wonder if you have the courage to see her at all.
Howard A: Don't come back here.

Howard A: Why are you defending her?
Emily P: Maybe I had a reason and I did the same thing.
Howard A: No. Our lives were already different before that.
Emily P: No, they weren't. He was an interface man. I was in housekeeping, just like the two of you. And every time he applied to Strategy, I intervened.
Howard: Why?
Emily P: It's obvious, Howard. I was protecting him. I was protecting our child, and as time went on, I was protecting our whole way of life. What was I supposed to tell him? What was I supposed to tell him when I knew that the day he found out the truth would be the day...
Howard A: The day he would leave you? And he did. I would not have left.
Emily P: You don't know that.
Howard A: I do know that. I don't just quit on people I love.
Emily P: Well, maybe that's why you're different.

Howard A: They think my Emily is a part of all of this and they want me to spy on her.
Emily P: Howard, do you think it's somehow possible that there's more to her than we know?
Howard: I don't know what she is. Did you know that apparently, she is the one stopping me from being promoted all these years, every time I went upstairs and was crushed, it was all because of her.

Howard A: Why are you doing this to me?
Interrogator: I'm trying to open your eyes. You only see her how you want to see her. When are you going to see your wife for who she really is?

At least let's pet the dog!


All Management needed to say were four little words, "we need your help," and then maybe we could be chasing these Indigo terrorists with shared intelligence instead of shared incompetence.

Emily P

Interrogator: I don't know how you're going to take this. Your wife has come out of her coma. It was the last intelligence we received before the crossing closed.
Howard A.: How, how would you even know these things? Why would you be watching my wife?
Interrogator: The report was her husband rushed in all emotional. And do you think she knew, when she opened her eyes, that she was staring into the eyes of a man who wasn't her husband, or do you wonder, maybe, if that wasn't her plan all along?

Remember, the Yule log is not a decoration, it is a protection. It must burn continuously from now, through the shortest day, through the longest night, until dawn. Otherwise, Satan knows what malevolent forces might come down our chimney. Creatures with perhaps deadly intentions.


Dark Lord, as the longest night approaches, answer me. I did what you asked. Sabrina signed her name in your Book of the Beast. Why have you forsaken me? Why have you not called me home to the Pit? Has my mission changed? Say the word. Give my life meaning. Give me a sign.

Madam Satan

What’s happened? Did the Grinch get to you? Or the Dark Lord, perhaps?


But please don't ever do that again. Use magic with me. Or on me, or near me. Never again.