“Well let’s get you back to hell before the devil realizes you’re not home.”
“Let’s go home,’ Homer said, ‘to Hell.”
“Please, let me take you home. You’re drunk.”“I am not.” I shoved him, spilling some kind of delicious poison on him. “Go home and have a wild time with Ms. Scarlet. In the bedroom. With the—”“Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed.”
“Good girl, Rachel. Now, let’s get the hell out of here. Your mother has a headache that won’t quit until you’re twenty-one”
“You gotta dance with the devil to get out of Hell.”
“When you dance with the devil, it might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.”