It's not the bite that does it! You come back no matter how you die.
It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. Fella in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But, you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine.
"It wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort. It was Quirrell."
I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.
: Conrad executed himself after— [crackling, then unintelligable] What should I do? Man
: I'm gonna need to call Straumire. Woman
: No! No! I'm so close! Straumire's gonna shut down the [unintelligable] project! It's not my fault people keep killing themselves!
Solomon Wreath: In order to stop death, we have to block the flow [of souls]. We have to dam the energy stream.
Valkyrie Cain: And how are you going to do that?
Wreath: We need a massive influx of souls.
Valkyrie: You mean you're going to need a lot of people to suddenly die.
: My dear Mr. Mandus, I admire your vision, I truly doŚ but there are surely not enough pigs in the whole of London to feed the appetite of such a machine. Mandus
: That all rather depends, Professor, on what one considers to be a pig
Dr. Drevis: The girl will be 11 soon. It's a troublesome age to be sure. Make sure she is never harmed. She is my most precious... doll of them all.