Mr. Roarke: [about the Breems, who are about to give their souls up to the devil] They are clinging to each other in the face of the unknown... each bravely giving comfort to the other.
Mephistopheles the Devil: [sarcastically] Why, Roarke. You are an incorrigible romantic.
Mr. Roarke: If you mean that I am in love with love, you are quite right.
Mephistopheles the Devil: Don't get me wrong... I find love very useful. Without love, there would be no temptation. In my business, I couldn't get along without it.
Mr. Roarke: On the contrary, love is the creative energy of the universe. Without it, life would be hell, and you would have won long ago. Someday, some day when all mankind really learns to love, you will finally be destroyed.
Mephistopheles the Devil: [ominously] I am not the one facing destruction here! Your time is almost up!
[chimes ring in the distance]
Mephistopheles the Devil: Midnight... nothing you have said compells me to release your client... OR YOU. You are FINALLY beaten!
Mr. Roarke: [smiles] We both know the rules. You must take exactly what you are entitled to. Exactly... not one soul more nor less. Or you relinquish your claim to all of us.
Mephistopheles the Devil: [triumphant] I claim all three souls!
Mr. Roarke: [holding up three fingers] Three... I don't see how you can manage that.
[he raises his little finger]
Mr. Roarke: There are FOUR souls here.
Mephistopheles the Devil: Four?
Mr. Roarke: [folds two of his raised fingers down] How will you take Mrs. Breem... without harming the child?
Mephistopheles the Devil: [stunned] What... child?
Mr. Roarke: [sarcastically] Oh I'm so sorry... you did know that Mrs. Breem was pregnant? Did you not? You are forbidden to touch the unborn child... so, if you cannot take all... you take NOTHING.
Mephistopheles the Devil: [screams as he turns his back to Roarke] DAMN YOU ROARKE!