James Bond: All dead.
Franz Oberhauser: Yeah, that's right. A nice pattern developed: you interfered in my world, I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was coincidence that all the women in your life ended up dead? Vesper Lynd, for example. She was the big one. Has he told younote about her? And then of course, your beloved M, gone forever. Me. It was all me, James. It's always been me. The author of all your pain.
Spinel: No, it's me! I tried to wipe his friend's memories so he would die alone on a barren world!
White Diamond: That was because you were angry with Pink! And if Pink hurt you, it was because I hurt her, like I hurt Yellow and Blue and Steven and everyone in the entire universe! This is all my fault!
Lucifer Morningstar: Right, that's your play, is it? Taking credit for my failed rebellion? By all means, it's yours.
Archangel Michael: Now, you see, that is the best part. All I did was plant the idea. You're the one who chose to do it. You still get to keep all the blame yourself.
Lucifer Morningstar: Your lies are so tedious, Michael.
Archangel Michael: Not as tedious as your denial. 'Cause I'm not lying now, brother, and I think, deep down, you are realizing that. And once you realize that, you're gonna wonder maybe it wasn't just the rebellion that was my suggestion. What else? What about your little sexcapade in the garden, or, oh, your little vacation here to Earth.
Lucifer Morningstar: That's impossible.
Archangel Michael: It was quite easy, actually. All it took was a little whisper here, a carefully orchestrated coincidence there, and your pathological self-absorption, of course. Voilà! All your idea.
Lucifer Morningstar: Why?
Archangel Michael: Because all our lives, you thought that you were better than me. The great Lucifer Morningstar, but you're not, are you? You're just Samael.