Hellboy

Nazi General: Five years of construction and research, Grigori. Five years! The Führer doesn't look kindly on failure! Grigori Rasputin: There will be no failure, General. I promised Herr Hitler a miracle. I'll deliver one! What I do tonight, can never be undone! I will open a portal, and awaken the Ogdru Jahad – the Seven Gods of Chaos! Our enemies shall be destroyed, and from the ashes– a new Eden will arise.

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Abe Sapien: Behind this door – a dark entity, evil, ancient, and hungry. Hellboy: Oh, well. Let me go in and say "Hi".

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John Myers: [about Sammael] What the hell is that thing?! Hellboy: Aw, crap! [peels off a tentacle latched to his arm] Let me go ask.

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Sure! [hits him on the head again]

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John Myers: [enters the library] Hello? Abe Sapien: Turn the pages, please, if you don't mind. Abe Sapien: Please. [gestures to the books] The pages. John Myers: [glances at the books, then looks at Abe] These? You're reading these? Professor Broom: [from behind Myers] Four books at once– [Myers turns to him] –every day. As long as I'm there to turn the pages. [Approaches Myers] My name's Broom. Professor Trevor Broom. John Myers: Sir, I'm John– Abe Sapien: [presses his hand on the glass] Agent John T. Myers, Kansas City, '76. T stands for Thaddeus, mother's older brother. Scar on your chin happened when you were ten. You still wonder if it's ever going to fade away. John Myers: [touches the scar on his chin, to Broom] How did it–? Professor Broom: He. [chuckles] Not 'it'. Abraham Sapien. Discovered alive in a secret chamber of St. Trinian's Foundling Hospital, Washington. His name was taken from his little inscription stuck to the side of his tank. [points to t

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Agent Clay: He gets fed six times a day. He's got a thing for cats. You'll be his nanny, his keeper, his best friend. He never goes out unsupervised. John Myers: Who? Hellboy: I hate those comic books. Hellboy: They never get the eyes right. John Myers: [looks at the comic book, then at Hellboy] Hellboy. He's real. Agent Clay: Yeah, sixty years old, by our count, but, uh, he doesn't age like we do. Think reverse dog years. He's barely out of his twenties. Hellboy: What's with the hair, Clay? Finally got them implants, huh? Agent Clay: [laughs uncomfortably] It'll– It'll fill in. [feels his hair] Hellboy: Who's the squirt? Agent Clay: Agent Myers is your new liaison. Hellboy: [drops the dumbell] I don't want him. What, you get tired of me, Clay? [picks up his lighter and uses it to light his cigar] Agent Clay: [whispers to Myers] The candy. Give him the candy. John Myers: Oh, uh, sir, I, uh– I have these for you. [Holds up the two Baby Ruth bars] Hellboy: Father's back? [Cla

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