- Thrasher: How many weapons are you carrying, besides this 'cannon'?
- Stone: An MP15.
- Thrasher: What else?
- Stone: A Glock 50.
- Thrasher: And?
- Stone: An A3 Assault Shotgun.
- Thrasher: If that's not paranoid, I don't know what the fuck is. I'm surprised you don't have a grenade launcher.
- Stone: I couldn't get a permit.
- Dick Durkin: I don't think this thing thinks it's Satan, I think this thing IS Satan.
- Stone: Well Satan is in deep shit.
- Stone: [Walking up to a barking guard Rottweiler, he takes out his badge and shoves it in front of the dog] Police, dickhead.
- Thrasher: [Incredulously to Stone and Durkin on their murderer] What the hell am I supposed to do? Put out an APB on some fucking guy who looks like the devil, answers to the name Lucifer? Yeah and you! Suppose he's got two horns sticking out of his fucking head. A little fucking tail. Bugger out of the way will you. Pair of pricks.
- Det. Dick Durkin: Harley? I'm working with a guy called Harley?
- Harley Stone: You think that's funny? What's so great about Dick Durkin?
- Thrasher: Are you telling me there's something running around loose in the city, ripping out people's hearts and eating them so he can take their souls back to hell?
- Dick Durkin: Looks that way.
- Stone: Hallelujah.
- Dick Durkin: I saw a rat, so I shot it.
- Stone: You shot my kitchen, that's what!
- Dick Durkin: I missed the rat
- Stone: [holding up the tail of a rat not attached to much else] You mean this one?
- Dick Durkin: Cool!
- Title Card: London 2008
- Title Card: After forty days and nights of torrential rain, the city is largely submerged below water, a result of the devastating effects of continued global warming. The warnings ignored for decades have now resulted in undreamed-of levels of pollution where day has become almost endless night...
- Thrasher: I don't believe this shit!
- Dick Durkin: He's eating human hearts for Christ sake!
- Thrasher: How would you know?
- Stone: We had lunch with him!
- Dick Durkin: [Drinks a whole cup of coffee and throws the cup over his shoulder] Another.
- Stone: [Hands Durkin another cup of coffee] Did you see it's eyes?
- Dick Durkin: All I saw was this...
- Stone: Drink.
- Dick Durkin: [Durkin drinks the coffee] ... huge fucking thing.
- Stone: How are you feeling, are you okay?
- Dick Durkin: I feel...
- Stone: On edge?
- Dick Durkin: Yeah!
- Stone: Good! Have one of these.
- [Hands Durkin a bag of chocolates. Durkin throws the still full coffee cup over his shoulder to grab them]
- Stone: Hey Dick, do you really get laid every night?
- Dick Durkin: [Madly eating chocolate] Oh yeah, now what?
- Stone: [Sticks his cigar in Durkin's mouth] Now we are gonna get, bigger guns.
- Dick Durkin: [Blows smoke in Stone's face] Hallelujah.