Lord Downey: Mr Teatime, you have actually applied yourself to study of ways of killing Death?
Teatime: Only as a hobby, sir.
Lord Downey: But then some people might say that he is technically immortal.
Teatime: Everyone has their weak points, sir.
Teatime: Only as a hobby, sir.
Lord Downey: But then some people might say that he is technically immortal.
Teatime: Everyone has their weak points, sir.
Teatime: There are children? Oh yes, of course. Call them.
Susan: Certainly not!
Teatime: It will be instructive, Educational. And when your adversary is Death, you cannot help but be the good guy.
Susan: Certainly not!
Teatime: It will be instructive, Educational. And when your adversary is Death, you cannot help but be the good guy.
Cheshire: I'm not afraid of death.
Shiva: But perhaps death is just a little afraid of me.
Shiva: But perhaps death is just a little afraid of me.
Grim Reaper: Arnold Judas Rimmer, your life is over. Come with me... [lifts Rimmer] You will travel to the River Styx, where you will place a coin—
Rimmer: Not today, matey! [knees the Grim Reaper in the crotch; the Grim Reaper kneels over and winces] Remember, only the good die young! [runs away]
The Grim Reaper: [in a strangled voice] That's never happened before.
Rimmer: Not today, matey! [knees the Grim Reaper in the crotch; the Grim Reaper kneels over and winces] Remember, only the good die young! [runs away]
The Grim Reaper: [in a strangled voice] That's never happened before.
Trevor: Oi. Death. I want a word with you
Death: You know me?
Trevor: I'm Trevor Belmont, of House Belmont. Of course I know you. Knowing things and recognizing things is what we do. And you are absolutely a thing.
Death: I was put here at the dawn of life on this Earth to feed on the last breath of every one of you fuckers. I'm a little more than a... "thing".
Trevor: No. You're only a thing. You're only an old killer. You don't make anything, you don't live! You just eat and hide!
Death: Is there a point to this? Are you dictating your fucking obituary to me, Belmont?
Trevor: It's time to give this world back to people who know how to make things. You & me? We're just killers of history. It's time for us to go.
Death: And who's going to make me go? You? With that little string in your hand?
Trevor: Maybe not... But lets' give this one last go. Shall we?
Death: You know me?
Trevor: I'm Trevor Belmont, of House Belmont. Of course I know you. Knowing things and recognizing things is what we do. And you are absolutely a thing.
Death: I was put here at the dawn of life on this Earth to feed on the last breath of every one of you fuckers. I'm a little more than a... "thing".
Trevor: No. You're only a thing. You're only an old killer. You don't make anything, you don't live! You just eat and hide!
Death: Is there a point to this? Are you dictating your fucking obituary to me, Belmont?
Trevor: It's time to give this world back to people who know how to make things. You & me? We're just killers of history. It's time for us to go.
Death: And who's going to make me go? You? With that little string in your hand?
Trevor: Maybe not... But lets' give this one last go. Shall we?
